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A screeching sound came from the cement floor.

Li Haotian grabbed Eagle Eye by the collar with one hand, dragging him from the stairwell back to the rooftop like he was dragging a tattered sack.

Downstairs, the huge van with its hazard lights flashing looked like a crippled steel behemoth.

My phone vibrated; it was an unfamiliar number.

Li Haotian answered the call and immediately put it on speakerphone.

"Hey? Is this Mr. Li from Lalamove? I'm at the unfinished building you mentioned, where are you?" a rough male voice called out.

Li Haotian kicked the other unconscious "poison master" at his feet to make sure he wasn't awake, then said into his phone, "Master, wait a moment."

"It's a bit windy on the rooftop, I'll pack the packages first and come down right away."

The driver on the other end of the phone was clearly taken aback.

"Express...delivery? Didn't you say you were moving?"

"Yeah, we need to move two unruly 'pieces of furniture,' one for 150 and the other for 160, so we need to tie them up securely."

After Li Haotian finished speaking, he hung up the phone immediately.

He looked down at the unconscious Hawkeye at his feet and stepped on his chest.

"Get up, let's talk."

With a burst of strength in his feet, the crisp sound of breaking ribs echoed across the empty rooftop.

"Ugh!"

Hawkeye woke up in a sharp pain and before he could figure out what was going on, Li Haotian lifted him up with one hand.

He saw an endless night sky and the dazzling lights of a distant city.

And... a hundred meters above the ground.

The cold wind lashed across his face like a knife.

Li Haotian grabbed him by the collar and pulled most of his body over the edge of the rooftop.

"woke up?"

Hawkeye's pupils instantly shrank to pinpoints.

He glanced down, and the bottomless darkness left his mind blank. A warm stream flowed down his trouser leg.

"Aaaaaahh ...

A terrified scream pierced the night sky.

"Let me go! Let me go! You devil! You're a devil!"

Li Haotian seemed not to hear, and instead loosened his grip.

Hawkeye's body slid down half a step, and the feeling of weightlessness almost made his heart stop beating.

"No! Don't let go! Please! I'll tell you anything!" Hawkeye's voice was trembling with fear, almost choked with sobs.

"Oh?" Li Haotian pulled him back a little. "Weren't you pretty tough just now?"

"No, no, no, I was wrong, I was really wrong!" Hawkeye cried, tears streaming down his face. "Let me go back, and I promise I'll disappear from this country immediately and never come back!"

Li Haotian seemed to have become somewhat interested.

"Don't rush off, I still have some questions to ask."

Hawkeye felt the shadow of death loom over him again, and almost instinctively he shouted, "You can't kill me! I'm with the 'Vulture' organization! If you touch me, the organization won't let you get away with it!"

"The Vulture Organization?" Li Haotian tilted his head. "Sounds like there are a lot of people there."

He seemed to be genuinely thinking about it.

"Does a large population necessarily mean a large amount of money?"

Hawkeye was stunned and couldn't follow his train of thought.

Li Haotian continued, "You see, I'm a bit short on cash lately, and I still owe 20 million in debt."

"How about... you talk to your organization and try to organize a crowdfunding campaign for me?"

"After I pay back the money, I can even be your brand ambassador, how about it?"

Hawkeye was completely dumbfounded.

What kind of brain circuit is this?

Was he negotiating an endorsement deal with a kidnapper?

"you……"

"What about me?" Li Haotian loosened his grip.

"ah--!"

Hawkeye experienced freefall once again, feeling as if his soul had been flung out of his body.

Just when he thought he was going to die, a hand precisely grabbed his ankle, leaving him hanging upside down in mid-air.

Blood rushed to his head, and the world turned into an upside-down crimson in his eyes.

"I'll ask you one more time, what organization did you just mention?" Li Haotian's voice came from above, tinged with amusement.

Hawkeye's psychological defenses were completely shattered by these repeated tosses and catches.

He was now certain that he was not facing a human being, but a madman who enjoyed torturing his prey.

"I'll talk! I'll talk! It's the Vulture Mercenary Group!" he cried. "We're paid to do this! Someone put a bounty on your head! Five million dollars!"

"Only five million?" Li Haotian clicked his tongue, his tone full of disdain. "Who do you think you are?"

He pulled Hawkeye back from mid-air and threw him on the ground like trash.

"Tell me, besides killing me, what other tasks do you have?"

Hawkeye lay on the ground, panting heavily, no longer daring to hide anything.

"No...it's not just about killing you." His voice trembled. "The ultimate goal of the mission is...it's about seizing your 'divinity'!"

"godhead?"

Li Haotian repeated the word.

"Yes!" Hawkeye seemed to have grasped at a straw, and spilled everything out like beans from a bamboo tube.

"Since the arrival of the God-Making Game, all nations have been secretly implementing 'God-Making Projects'!"

"They discovered that players' talents, especially those at S-rank or higher, can be stripped and transferred using a special item!"

"Our employers are the implementers of one of these 'god-making projects.' They want to steal your talents and transplant them into their experimental subjects!"

Li Haotian listened quietly, his expression unchanged.

"continue."

"An S-rank talent is one in a million, and they call it a 'fragment of divinity.'" Hawkeye swallowed hard and looked at Li Haotian with awe.

"And your SSS-level talent is unique on the server! This unique talent is what they call... demigodhood!"

"Demigodhood?" Li Haotian pondered the word, a strange light flashing in his eyes.

"Yes! Demigodhood! This is the ultimate goal of the 'God-Making Project'!" Hawkeye said urgently. "They believe that as long as enough advanced talents are gathered, especially demigodhood like yours, a true 'god' can be artificially created!"

"So, they need to capture you alive and then use the 'Godhood Stripper' to extract your talents."

A brief silence fell over the rooftop.

The only sounds were the wind and the impatient honking of a Lalamove driver downstairs.

Li Haotian suddenly smiled.

He walked up to Hawkeye, squatted down, and patted his face, which was covered in cold sweat and tears.

"Trying to steal my job..."

His voice was soft, yet it sent a shiver down Hawkeye's spine.

Eagle Eye saw something even more terrifying than the toying he had just witnessed in those dark eyes.

That was tyranny, pure and undisguised possessiveness.

"This is interesting." Li Haotian stood up and stretched.

He glanced at Hawkeye lying on the ground, then at the unconscious Poison Master not far away, as if he were examining two worthless pieces of material.

"However, before considering cooperating with your boss, I need to take a look first..."

He grinned, revealing a set of white teeth.

"Are your teeth strong enough?"

He took out his phone, not to make a call, but to open the control panel of the God of War game.

On the panel, the skill he had just acquired, [Sense Sharing • Reality], was emitting a faint glow.

Li Haotian muttered to himself, as if asking an interesting question.

"Divinity...genes..."

"I wonder what kind of thing will hatch if I throw these two things into the nest's energy pool?"