"Who... who are you? What do you want?"
"I’m a Second Level Officer with the Special Search Team. If you dare to act recklessly, you’ll face a hunt from the authorities!"
"Are you Specialist Fang from the Special Search Team?"
Ghost Scythe chuckled softly, stepping closer like a predator approaching a mouse cornered in the shadows:
"Where’s the person you’re eting? When will they arrive?"
"What person?"
Fang Cheng looked bewildered:
"I just heard from others that the scenery here is quite good, and even half-finished, you can see the city’s night view, so I ca over to take in the sights..."
"Ha..."
Ghost Scythe’s mouth twitched, as if he’d heard the funniest joke ever.
Coming to this haunted place in the middle of the night to take in the sights? Who are you fooling? Could you co up with a more absurd excuse?
He stopped ten ters away from Fang Cheng, eyes mocking:
"Specialist Fang, no need for the theatrics."
"At the hotel entrance just now, I heard clearly what you said to those two people. If you don’t want to die poorly, you’d better co clean."
Upon hearing this, Fang Cheng’s frightened and confused expression instantly disappeared.
He adjusted the gold-rimd glasses on his nose, straightened his back, and his deanor beca serious:
"Since you know my identity but still dared to follow , you’re quite bold. Are you from ’Ideal Land’?"
"You’re not entirely foolish."
Ghost Scythe played with the dagger in his hand, a bloodthirsty smile tugging at his lips:
"This is a perfect place for murder. If I deal with you now and toss you down from the building, who would know it was us?"
Fang Cheng tightened his grip on the gun, trying to remain calm as he asked:
"It seems you have a clear understanding of my background?"
"Good that you understand."
Ghost Scythe impatiently urged:
"Reveal that person’s identity and the Special Search Team’s operational intelligence in Tian Nan Province, and I might consider leaving you intact."
Fang Cheng fell silent upon hearing this.
There seed to be an intense internal struggle, and after a mont, he suddenly asked:
"Did you co here to use to capture Fang Shijie?"
As soon as these words were spoken, Ghost Scythe’s pupils slightly contracted.
Even Night Owl on the other end of the earpiece paused for a second.
"Fang Shijie is indeed still alive!"
Night Owl’s voice then echoed excitedly through the earpiece:
"I guessed right. The Special Search Team is indeed colluding with those traitors from back then, and they’re certainly hiding things from us at Ideal Land."
"Ghost Scythe, keep him stable and first extract Fang Shijie’s whereabouts!"
Ghost Scythe got the hint.
Since the other party was straightforward, he no longer kept anything hidden, and coldly remarked:
"That’s right, our target is indeed that traitor."
As he spoke, he discreetly adjusted the volu on his earpiece to maximum.
Then, his tone turned deliberately softened, carrying a hint of coaxing:
"Just tell his current situation and the details of his cooperation with the Special Search Team, and I can promise that you won’t die."
"Ha..."
Fang Cheng sneered, his voice tinged with sorrow and anger:
"You’ve looked through my records, know Fang Shijie is my father, and still say such things?"
"Do you take for a fool? Selling out my own father, such a disgraceful act, even if I’m terrified of death, I wouldn’t do it!"
"You can choose not to tell."
Ghost Scythe flashed the dagger in his hand under the night sky with a cold glint, threateningly:
"But I have ways to make you talk. Once my blade starts slicing off your flesh, even the toughest man would beg for rcy."
"Moreover..."
His gaze was ominous, voice as nacing as a serpent’s hiss:
"Soon Fang Shijie will reveal himself, and I could easily deal with you both and send you father and son to reunite in Western Heaven!"
Fang Cheng’s face imdiately beca colorless, seemingly scared out of his wits by the words.
He stumbled backward, gun shaking:
"Why? Why are you forcing us?!"
"Back then, it was you people from Ideal Land who frad my father, leaked his whereabouts, leading to his capture by the Special Search Team, yet now you still hunt him down!"
"What did you say?"
Ghost Scythe was montarily stunned.
Fang Cheng seed to cling to a lifeline and gritted his teeth:
"If you tell the traitor who leaked my father’s na and frad him back then... I’ll cooperate!"
"I might even reveal the Special Search Team’s secret operations targeting Ideal Land to you!"
Ghost Scythe slightly paused upon hearing this.
Night Owl’s voice from the earpiece changed:
"The matter from back then is taboo within the organization... that kid knows such secrets?"
"Seems like Fang Shijie indeed has contact with him. Ghost Scythe, agree with him, stabilize him."
"I’m on my way here at full speed; we must capture Fang Shijie alive!"
Ghost Scythe’s eyes flickered, then looking at Fang Cheng, he spoke:
"How can I trust you?"
Seeing this, Fang Cheng looked aggrieved:
"My father was controlled by the Special Search Team using drugs, forced to cooperate, and has always wanted to return to Ideal Land."
"As long as you’re willing to hand over the person who hard him in the past, so he can avenge himself, he’s willing to return with information to the organization."
These words were reasonable enough that even Night Owl was inclined to believe them a bit.
Ghost Scythe pondered for a mont, withdrawing his killing intent, and feigned sincerity:
"I see, since it’s a misunderstanding, I’m willing to believe you."
"But... I’ve only recently joined Ideal Land and am not very familiar with the past events."
He shrugged, starting to draw a pie:
"But I can reveal a bit; there aren’t many old mbers left after the purge back then, just a few."
"Perhaps you first show your sincerity by sharing the intelligence with , and I promise on my honor that I’ll inquire within the organization about the person who frad your father, how about it?"
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