He was a tall Young Man with red hair and red eyes.
Lingering sparks of fire swirled around him, and he held a longsword pointed at the ground.
The high-temperature flames he had just unleashed had melted all the snow within a ten-meter radius, revealing the black soil beneath.
"It's you! Number Four!"
In the distance, water vapor condensed, reforming into the shape of Su Ta.
Her gaze fell upon Hu Qi, her expression filled with surprise.
She didn't know Hu Qi's name. She and Han Yun had previously tried to visit him, hoping to gather information.
They also planned to lure him out and kill him, but he had refused to see them, and they had failed.
Thus, she only knew his reader number.
Unlike the long strings of numbers assigned to ordinary readers, as a Manager, he possessed a unique, single-digit number.
The Deceit Puppet Master was Number One, Han Yun was Number Two, and she was Number Three.
As the fourth Manager, he should be Number Four.
"Hm?"
The Young Man—Hu Qi.
