White is indeed an ominous color

Huang Zhou​‌​​​​​‍‍‍‌⁠‌‌​‌​⁠⁠⁠​‌‌‌ was under house arrest, awaiting the next step.

When An Yu pushed open the grand, heavy door, happened to hear him explaining on the phone that he wouldn’t appear in court, wouldn’t report, and would only rename of the company. This room seemed to be just a temporary lounge outside Huang Zhou’s bedroom, yet it was as large as ten Corner Bakery stores. Everything looked expensive, so An Yu stood in the middle of the room, carefully not touching anything and politely waiting for him to finish.

Huang Zhou frowned, surprised by the sudden appearance of the white-haired, white-clad man in the room. He quickly ended his call. “Who are you?”

An Yu spoke softly, “Hello. My codename is ‘Corner.’ and I am the one who is here to kill you.”

Huang Zhou was taken aback. “What…”

In the blink of an eye, the man who had been standing ten meters away was now right in front of him.

White is indeed an ominous color.

The once composed and confident wealthy tycoon was engulfed by an unprecedented fear.

The killer had golden eyes that were so unnaturally clear they seemed almost empty, with pupils that concealed an abyss. As his pupils contracted, it seemed like that abyss was reaching out to him.

Swish —  A sharp, chilling sound rang out.

The short blade stood in front of Huang Zhou, its tip pressing against his eyebrows.

“You…” Huang Zhou’s voice trembled. “Wait a minute, let’s—”

Before he could finish, the tip of the knife was suddenly raised towards him.

Huang Zhou instinctively shoved An Yu and turned to flee in the opposite direction.

Surprisingly, the slender figure yielded easily under his push.

But just as a hint of relief surfaced, he skidded to a halt. An Yu was once again right in front of him in an instant.

At that moment, Huang Zhou thought of the Grim Reaper.

It was said that once someone’s time was over, death would shadow them relentlessly, and they could not escape.

Even if he has vast resources and wealth, even if he can manipulate public opinion and influence the justice system, he can’t escape death.

“You’re draining my energy,” the Grim Reaper finally spoke a second time, “just like…draining the last hope left in Bait City.”

Few people in Bait City harbored any real dreams of a brighter future.

Except for the young girls who, although they were trapped in the factory, still held out for some semblance of a better life.

In essence, they weren’t that different from Ling Qiu, yet they lived a much more arduous life than him.

An Yu silently raised the blade again, but as the tip was about to pierce Huang Zhou’s forehead, he suddenly paused.

He tilted his head slightly, as if listening to something in the air, then murmured thoughtfully, “They don’t want you dead.”

Huang Zhou watched in terror as An Yu sheathed his blade and pulled a coin from his pocket.

The coin looked familiar; it was the type used to number those women.

But the one in An Yu’s hand was different—there was no number, only four interwoven koi fish on it.

As Huang Zhou stared at the coin, he suddenly had an illusion that those koi were seemingly swimming up, staring back at him menacingly.

Recalling the rumors from District 84, he suddenly collapsed to the ground in fright.

“Look at me,” An Yu commanded.

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His deep unconsciousness quivered, yet he seemed unable to resist and slowly lifted his head, meeting those eyes.

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“The murderer must suffer excruciating pain.”

“Thank you for coming.”

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When it hit the ground, the air around it rippled, the carpet wrinkled, and the man on it disappeared.

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An Yu pocketed the coin and asked seriously, “What do you think, sir?”

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“Well done. Mimicry is much smarter than taking risks.” Qin Zhilu nodded. “What were you thinking about while you stared at him for half a minute?”

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An Yu paused and said, “Got distracted.”

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Qin Zhilu was a little surprised when he heard the treatment part, “How many Morpho butterflies did An dispatch for you?”

An Yu was devouring a package of red bean fish cakes, murmuring, “I lost count—a lot of them died along the way.”

Qin Zhilu’s gaze suddenly became complicated. “No wonder…”

An Yu asked, “No wonder what?”

“Xi De said after An got back, he shut himself in his room, only sleeping and eating. If Ning hadn’t reassured him repeatedly, he’d have thought An’s condition had gotten worse.”

An Yu nodded, swallowing a bite of fish cake before replying, “I hope An will be my permanent healer.”

He’d have another mission with his Commander. It was the cost of forgetting to bake the bread.

“You can indeed have a dedicated healer,” Qin Zhilu flipped a page. “But it’s a mutual selection system; he has to choose you as well.”

A plate of bread sat on the table, made from coarse wheat and topped with a thick layer of flax seed. Each slice had a small octopus pattern outlined by the black sesame filling.

This was Qin Zhilu’s midnight snack.

An Yu looked at the bread and said, “Actually, this could be a new item for the shop.”

“Not suitable.” Qin Zhilu didn’t even glance up. “The flavor is decent, but you already have enough whole-wheat items.”

An Yu sighed, “That’s true.”

“Oh, I forgot to mention,” Qin Zhilu paused, looking directly at An Yu. “The task was completed very well.”

An Yu was startled. “Hm?”

“The genetic entropy of goldfish aberrants is indeed very low, but hidden under it is a long-standing increase in the entropy of order and spirit—a disorder of humanity’s bottom line.” Qin Zhilu’s voice was low and firm. “If the Seed Act is implemented, this entropy increase will be irreversible. The truth of District 84 is difficult to uncover, but fortunately, people will ultimately learn about it and humanity will thank you for listening to them.”

With the Huang Group’s downfall, a vast commercial chain was severed, causing massive layoffs. However, beyond the Main City, more lives would be reborn.

After a moment of silence, An Yu said, “Commander, I’ll head upstairs.”

He suddenly wanted to look once more at the Huang Group’s building.

After the 199th floor, only the narrow rooftop terrace of the Spire remained. Before An Yu could reach the last few steps, he stopped.

Bo was standing by the window, lost in thought, with Chao Wu behind him, her seaweed-like hair rising and falling gently.

There was worry in Bo’s eyes, “Whenever he takes on these extreme cold missions, he goes alone…Even though Sir is covered with his fire, I feel… the more it burns, the colder he seems.”

Chao Wu’s long hair slipped around his armpit, looping around his neck and encircling him from behind.

Like a seaweed embrace.

She said softly, “If you think he’s cold, try hugging him, just like how I’m embracing you now.”

Bo flinched and instinctively wanted to turn around, but her thick, flowing hair held him too snugly. He raised his arms slightly, then let them fall in resignation, allowing Chao Wu to hold him quietly as he gazed out over the city lights.

An Yu seemed to feel a very mysterious atmosphere. He recalled Ling Qiu’s teachings before silently turning around and going downstairs.