He feigned madness for eighteen years, all for the power of a god.

【Hawkeye】extended her slender fingers and gently smoothed the Hanged Man's furrowed brows, her voice sweet and alluring.

"He's just an ungrateful little doctor, is he really worth getting angry about? Should I send someone to 'invite' him over so we can have a proper talk?"

The Hanged Man didn't speak, but simply downed the glass of red wine in one gulp, a hint of annoyance flashing in his eyes.

Just then.

"call--"

A strange, unpredictable gust of wind suddenly blew open the tightly closed French windows of the suite.

The heavy curtains fluttered loudly in the wind.

A pure white sheet of paper floated in on the eerie breeze.

It landed precisely on the precious rosewood table in the center of the room.

The Hanged Man and Hawkeye's eyes instantly became wary.

The white letter, after landing on the table, did not remain still; instead, it began to fold, twist, and expand automatically...

In just a few seconds, it appeared right in front of the two of them.

It transformed into a middle-aged man with a refined demeanor, wearing a sharp white suit and a monocle.

He seemed not to be a physical entity; his body had a translucent quality, like that of paper, and a gentle yet hypocritical smile graced his face.

He is one of the senior executives of the "Gospel Church," an envoy responsible for liaising with various underground forces, codenamed "White Dove."

"White Dove, I need an explanation."

The Hanged Man put down his wine glass, slowly turned around, his narrow, phoenix-shaped eyes slightly narrowed, and his tone was clearly displeased.

"Our cooperation is contingent on your 'Gospel Church' taking action."

"The music box that I got from the 'mourner'."

"But now? Why did these things end up in the hands of some unrelated junior doctor in our club?"

He walked step by step toward the [White Dove], each step carrying a powerful spiritual pressure that made the surrounding air thicken.

"You should know that there is no 'believer' music box as a key."

"We simply cannot open the entrance to that ancient tomb. Our entire plan will come to a standstill."

The oppressive feeling of facing the Hanged Man is almost like being torn apart.

The smile on Baige's face remained unchanged.

He adjusted his monocle on the bridge of his nose and gave a graceful bow.

"Mr. Hanged Man, please calm down. This was indeed a small, unexpected accident."

His voice was as warm as a spring breeze, yet it carried a chilling coldness.

"My subordinate, codenamed 'Acrobat,' failed in his mission."

"I have to admit, your club's little doctor named 'Zhao He' is much better than we assessed in our intelligence."

[White Dove] smiled, as if talking about something trivial:

"But please rest assured."

"I have already sent people from the organization to 'recover' that item from him. I believe we will have results soon."

Upon hearing this, the oppressive aura emanating from the Hanged Man lessened slightly.

[White Dove] looked at him and asked, seemingly unintentionally:

"Speaking of which, since that item is now in the hands of your own people, why don't you just use the club's resources directly?"

"Get it back from him? As far as I know, given your status in the Tarot Association, that shouldn't be too difficult, right?"

This seemingly casual question, however, was like a needle, precisely piercing the Hanged Man's sore spot.

"It's almost over."

The Hanged Man snorted coldly, picked up the wine bottle on the table, poured himself another full glass, and a hint of undisguised ruthlessness flashed in his eyes.

"I just called that good-for-nothing Sun Hao. He offered 500,000 yuan to buy that music box back from him."

"And the result?" [White Dove] asked with great interest.

The Hanged Man slams his glass down on the table, splashing wine everywhere.

"result,"

"That foolish brat rejected it outright!"

[White Dove] raised an eyebrow, a hint of amusement flashing in her eyes behind her glasses:

"Oh?"

"It seems this Dr. Zhao has quite an appetite."

Hawkeye, standing to the side, chuckled and picked up the conversation:

"Hmph, it's more than just not small."

"He completely disregards 'The Hanged Man'!"

"A newcomer who only got to where he is by sheer luck, does he really think he's invincible?"

The smile on Bai Ge's face became meaningful:

"Since he won't accept the toast..."

"It seems we'll have to teach him a lesson he won't forget."

The Hanged Man picked up his glass again, swirling it slowly, his tone as casual as if he were discussing the evening's weather:

"Since it was your people who did it..."

"Let's be decisive and get rid of him too."

Even White Dove was slightly surprised by these words.

He looked at the Hanged Man with some surprise:

"Oh? Are you sure?"

"As far as I know, this 'Zhao He' is someone from your club, and he's been making quite a name for himself lately."

"He dealt with the bomber and survived the official mission; he seemed like a promising asset worth recruiting. And you're just going to... get rid of him like that?"

A cruel, cold smile curled at the corner of the Hanged Man's mouth:

"A potential growth stock?"

"It's just a wild dog that doesn't know the rules and bites people indiscriminately."

His eyes revealed a murderous intent.

"That kid's been too cocky lately. Not long ago, one of my men, Feng Tao, had his arm cut off by him, and he disappeared that very night."

"Although there is no direct evidence, I suspect it was him."

The Hanged Man's voice became icy and chilling.

"They dare to mess with my people on my turf and don't even give me face."

"Keeping this kind of newcomer around is just asking for trouble."

"It would be better to kill him before he fully matures, to prevent future troubles."

……

at the same time.

As Bai Ye stepped out of the insurance company building and breathed in the cool night air, his cell phone suddenly vibrated in his pocket.

He took it out and saw that it was an unfamiliar number.

He pressed the answer button and put the phone to his ear.

On the other end of the phone came a voice that made his blood almost freeze instantly.

"Brother...it's me, it's Hongshu..."

The voice was weak, hoarse, with an undisguised tremor and fear, yet it was so familiar.

The voice was exactly the same as that of Zhao Hongshu, the "good younger brother" he had killed with his own hands, in his memory!

Bai Ye's steps suddenly stopped in his tracks.

His gaze turned icy cold in an instant.

Zhao Hongshu?

In Bai Ye's mind, the face of that man with black-rimmed glasses, who appeared refined but was incredibly ruthless, flashed by instantly.

The one who had his arm twisted off by himself using [Shadow of Twisting] in the abandoned chemical plant.

The "good younger brother" was eventually swallowed up by the shadows, leaving not even a bone fragment.

He's resurrected?