Inside a dilapidated civilian house, a man dressed in green armor slowly regained consciousness. As he reflexively tried to sit up and open his eyes, he abruptly stopped—
A familiar long spear was pressed against his throat.
Severe pain surged from his limbs, and the green-armored man collapsed back onto the straw stack, looking at Shen Zhui with a face full of fear.
"Who, who exactly are you?"
"Do you think you're in any position to be asking me that?" Shen Zhui indifferently stared at him.
"Fair enough." The man in the green armor quickly accepted the reality. "Life and death are decreed by fate; wealth is from heaven. I always knew this day would come. Do what you will."
Shen Zhui gave a cold smile. "Stop trying to act smart and play mind games in front of me. You know I still have questions for you. If I wanted to kill you, I could have done it long ago!"
"So, what do you want?"
"I ask, you answer. Dare to hide anything, and you'll be on the dead-end road."
