Zhou Ya paused for a mont before awkwardly saying, "No, it's probably because I've observed you and Hu Yang for too long, subconsciously forgetting that people can lie."
Ren Zhong shook his head with a smile, musing, "Being around good people for too long can indeed make you naive."
Just now, he had already contacted Ma Xiaocheng.
Through Ma Xiaocheng's connections, Ren Zhong obtained accurate information from the upper echelons of the Paradise Club.
Number 38 wasn't redeed by any player on the sidelines; it was an "old acquaintance," Hugh Augustus.
At this mont, Ren Zhong also figured out Number 38's intention.
Since escaping the ngdu Group's laboratory, this person had been hiding under a different na for ten years, fearing the "Net."
During this period, his Spiritual abilities may have improved further.
Now that the "Net" has disappeared, this forr lab rat's plans have beco active. He intentionally exposed his whereabouts to get caught, then controlled others to bring him to this Paradise Club to further test his abilities and pave the way for returning to the ngdu Group.
Number 38 precisely grasped human nature and probably knows quite a few secrets.
If Hugh Augustus indeed attempts to play with fire, then a mont like this definitely requires such a unique talent.
Everything was proceeding according to the script written by Number 38. The only issue was that he didn't know there was a Ren Zhong among the players, didn't expect another participant like Hu Yang, and hadn't anticipated that Ren Zhong's involvent would make Hugh Augustus, who wouldn't have normally paid attention to such gas, notice him in advance. He certainly didn't expect to almost die here.
According to his original plan, he was supposed to stand out from this massive ga with an overwhelming advantage, beco the final survivor, gain Citizen status, and then voluntarily enter the ngdu Group as a Citizen.
Now, Number 38's plan was slightly disrupted, but the result was still acceptable.
In the battlefield, as Number 38 left, the alarms shut off, and the war continued.
With Number 38 fleeing without hesitation, the Self-help Alliance imdiately lost its backbone and command center.
But the Self-help Alliance didn't fall apart; those who received his orders were completely unaware they'd been discarded like an old shoe. Instead, they furiously charged toward Hu Yang's position.
Ren Zhong watched in shock.
This brainwashing ability was indeed terrifying.
At this mont, the doorbell in Ren Zhong's booth rang again, indicating a visitor outside.
Zhou Ya turned to look at Ren Zhong and muttered, "Tang Xiangyun ca to settle the bet with you? Want to et him?"
Ren Zhong didn't answer imdiately; instead, he saw the person outside through the service system.
It wasn't Tang Xiangyun but Number 38, flanked by two black Armored Soldiers.
Without anyone else's prompting, Ren Zhong imdiately understood the other party's intention.
Although he didn't want to admit it, a significant sense of urgency arose in Ren Zhong's heart, making him hesitate about whether to et with the other person.
This was the first ti he felt an intense dread towards soone.
Ren Zhong was about to say not to et, but sothing unexpected happened.
His booth's glass suddenly beca transparent and began to lower rapidly.
In that instant, Ren Zhong quietly activated the tid bomb inside his body and set it to detonate in two minutes, without the option to cancel.
As soon as he finished doing this, Number 38 stepped forward, entering his booth and standing face to face with him.
This young man, who was short and slightly pudgy, with squinting eyes, looked deceptively simple but with a glint of ruthlessness in his eyes, smiled slightly and said in a familiar tone, "Hello, Ren Zhong. I'm your friend, Number 38."
As he said this, an eerie glow appeared in his squinted eyes again.
Ren Zhong looked directly at him, also smiling.
He was ticulously sensing his own psychological changes and his first impression of Number 38.
Sothing miraculous happened.
Ren Zhong genuinely felt that the face, which seed so plain and even slightly ugly, looked more and more pleasing, as if he were a long-lost old friend, prompting an instinctive response, "Hello."
Number 38 had already understood Ren Zhong's psychological changes through his micro-expressions, feeling relaxed and sowhat smug. He turned to the Armored Soldiers beside him and said, "Alright, I'm done here; please take back to the company headquarters."
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