Du Xianjun hunched his shoulders as he looked at the man before him, gritted his teeth, and swallowed.
"Fine, I admit it. I cheated. I seduced the wife of a member of Gear."
"Quite strong-willed, aren't you?" Xu Ye's expression darkened. He tapped his hat lightly, his gaze growing colder and more bloodthirsty.
At that moment, Du Xianjun had the strange impression that the man before him was the head of Twin Star Corporation's Interrogation Department-the man who could make even the dead talk.
His bladder quivered, and he felt himself leak a little urine. Worse still, his spiritual intuition pulsed as rapidly as a heartbeat, plunging him into an icy chill.
Damn it!
I'm the head of logistics on Floor 23, for crying out loud. Why am I so scared of him?
After several minutes of silence, Xu Ye questioned him again.
"Talk, before I change my mind. Otherwise, I can make the dead talk too, just like the head of your Interrogation Department."
Terror filled Du Xianjun's eyes.
Does this man know that guy?
"I... fine. My wife was just an excuse. The real reason was mainly the Divine Sequence."
"God's Right Hand?"
Xu Ye's voice came out hoarse despite himself. He remembered that God's Right Hand was Mo Bei's grandfather's Sequence Talent. Ever since the incident in Night Spirit City, Mo Bei's whereabouts had remained unknown.
"You know about it... that makes things easier." Du Xianjun paused. "The old man who wielded God's Right Hand was killed by one of Twin Star Corporation's senior figures. They used the blood of an ancient organism to encase the God's Right Hand talent, intending to have several candidates come into contact with it one by one to find the most suitable person."
"I'm a spy working for Boss Yang. I