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The style of the painting suddenly changed.
The world collapsed.
Yi Lin's mental attribute had now approached the first layer of Mental Lock, and his thinking was incredibly fast.
But the moment Zhao Yulong said that sentence, seemingly in jest, it was as if Yi Lin felt a loud bang in his head, and a string inside it snapped into several pieces.
"What, what did you just say?"
Yi Lin struggled to maintain a calm exterior.
Yet, if Zhao Yulong had been a bit more observant, he would have noticed that Yi Lin's knuckles were white from gripping, and there was a slight tremor hidden in his voice.
Zhao Yulong didn't notice the change in Yi Lin's tone at all. He flirtatiously flicked his hair and patted Yi Lin on the shoulder, "You wouldn't be naive enough to think that I wouldn't thoroughly investigate your background before you joined the Special Group, would you? HiaHiaHia——"
A moment of silence.
Yi Lin closed his eyes.
My parents... who are they?
In that instant.
