"What puzzle pieces?" Du Lai cautiously retreated, "I don't understand what you mean."
The man approached him and asked, "How wouldn't you understand? If my speculation is correct, you should have at least three…no, at least four puzzle piecess. Am I right?"
He drew closer, and under the night sky, his skin was so pale that he didn't look alive; instead, he resembled a nocturnal vampire. His hands, clothed in dazzlingly white gloves, starkly white and eerie, only amplified the effect.
It suddenly occurred to Du Lai what he had heard earlier.
"You're a survivor from Game 21, aren't you? Du Lai smirked, "Looks like you killed off all those people."
"Oh...That's not a very polite thing to say." The man smiled, "I only…sent them on their way."
Du Lai provocatively raised an eyebrow, "After all that effort, you ended up with nothing, right? That why you came out in the middle of the night, bothered?"
The man's eyes were cold as he looked at Du Lai, "Yes…thanks to you."
Whoosh!
