All the security personnel had not expected Gao Ming to be so arrogant, and even Wan Jie, who was usually unflappable, had a somewhat sullen look on his face.
Gao Ming was too arrogant, admitting in front of the strongest security force of the investigation bureau that he was a ghost god.
The bureau's stance on ghosts and specters was unconditional extermination. If Gao Ming were a living person, there might be room for reconciliation, but he had laid all his cards on the table.
"We have investigated everything about you, and none of you from Class Thirteen can escape," Wan Jie's gaze fixed on Gao Ming, having never seen a case like Gao Ming's before, where a living person and a ghost god seemed to be entwined as one, bound together by invisible threads of fate.
