"Go to hell." Qing Wanglai's words echoed in everyone's ears, shocking them all.
Everyone present stared at Qing Wanglai in disbelief, unable to comprehend what could have possibly led him to say such a thing. Li Huowang was no exception.
"Damn it!" Ba Nanxu took a harsh drag from his cigarette, his finger moving to the trigger. But another finger reached in and blocked it—Zhao Shuangdian's.
"Don't be rash. Let him finish." Despite the absurdity of the situation, Zhao Shuangdian remained completely calm.
Looking at Li Huowang, Qing Wanglai continued, "I need you to die. I need the projections on both sides to collapse simultaneously."
"I'm different from you; I see more than you do. You've only connected to another layer of projection, but through a certain method, I have conferred with the *real* me and arrived at this decision. This is the only way."
