"—Are you planning to write a resignation letter after you wake up, leave it on the desk in the Northern Mountain District, then go beat up that guy who repairs motorcycles, get your money back, fill up the tank, and ride it straight over from the sea?"

Ji Jue interrupted her, speaking bluntly.

"..."

Wen Wen stiffened, her expression twitching a little, her originally serious demeanor gradually cracking.

Her gaze avoided his, unable to hide her guilty conscience.

Just as Ji Jue predicted, the guess and premonition, just like what he saw in his dreams...

It's completely seen through!

And yet, at this moment, Ji Jue remained unsympathetic and pressed forward step by step.

"What's wrong, Sister Wen, why aren't you speaking?"

He curiously leaned forward, examining Wen Wen's expression: "Is it because you don't like it?"

Wen Wen immediately glared, puffed up in anger, and threw a punch.

Ha, saw it coming!

Ji Jue grinned, having already prepared a defensive stance in advance.

Unexpected, right? This punch was also within my pre... Oof!

With a thump, the iron hand was surprisingly smashed with one punch.

Bent at a ninety-degree angle.

He started to sweat.

No, big sister, why are you so strong?

Something's wrong, isn't everyone in this dream supposed to be without blessing and Matrix...

However, seeing that expression, Ji Jue suddenly felt that sometimes being in a dream is actually a good thing.

Ji Jue couldn't help but smile: "Sister Wen, your way of being angry and helpless is actually quite cute."

"..."

Wen Wen gazed at him silently, perhaps realizing there's nothing she could do against this rascal, but after a long while, she suddenly asked curiously, "Ji Jue, do you plan to stay here forever and never leave?"

"..."

This person always brings reality into the joke! Can't take a joke at all, really!

Considering the situation, Ji Jue had no choice but to plead for mercy to avoid getting beaten while enjoying hotpot and singing in the workshop.

"Sorry, I was wrong!"

"Hmph, you brat..."

Wen Wen snorted, proudly lifted her head, and after coughing twice, tried to act serious.

Then, she heard Ji Jue's voice.

"Tong Hua is crying so sadly."

Ji Jue suddenly said: "Even Xiao An seems to be at a loss, like being abandoned by family members, Old Zhang sighed incessantly, really like an old man whose family is in trouble..."

Wen Wen's smile stiffened.

Silence.

"Though none of this happened, I saw it all in the dream, Sister Wen."

Ji Jue turned back, looking at her: "If it wasn't a dream, I probably would have gathered some people, bombarded that damn archipelago, then put some hat on you and brought you back, even if you'd be angry, I'd still do it.

At that time, going to apologize one by one would be really embarrassing, right?"

Wen Wen shook her head: "I just..."

"You just don't want to trouble others, right, I know."

Ji Jue once again interrupted her speech, bluntly stating: "When something happens, you'll shoulder everything without saying a word... Others will think you have responsibility and integrity, but that's ultimately for 'others', right?"

He paused, no longer hiding his annoyance, "But for those who truly empathize with you, isn't such behavior too distrustful?

Even if there aren't many people in Beishan Group, no one wants to be excluded by you, Sister Wen."

When things happen, no matter how big, Xiao An will find a way, Old Zhang will find a way, Tong Hua will find a way, and I will have many ways.

Even if I can't solve it or handle it, at worst, I can swallow my pride and ask the teacher for help, or even... bow down to seek help from Old Deng at the Heavenly Furnace?

Ji Jue was unhappy about this, yet also helpless.

Wen Wen didn't speak.

She seemed stunned, looking at him.

After a long pause, she suddenly laughed.

Cheerful and grateful.

Just like a crystal wiped free of dust, dazzling and stunning under the sunlight.

"Thank you, Ji Jue." She sincerely said.

Ji Jue looked puzzled, staring at her, but she seemed not inclined to explain, just raised her glass, tilted back her head, and downed the long-missed sweet drink,

"Then, the things that follow, I'll have to trouble you more."

She stood up from the ground, gave Ji Jue's shoulder a final pat, and just like that, humming a song, she walked away.

Her steps light, as if shedding a tremendous burden.

Leaving only Ji Jue alone in place, scratching his head blankly: How did he suddenly awaken some thousand-year-lost talking skill, healing Wen Sister with just a few words?

This isn't right? What's the dream about...

Forget the Ashes fantasy, did Heart Core even look at you back then?

Completely clueless about what's really going on!

Baffled yet helpless.

Glancing down at the beer in his cup, he tilted his head and drank it all, chewing on ice cubes, striding towards the campsite slowly taking shape below.

No clue what's happening, but just get the work done.

Just do it!

.

.

Time came to that night.

Maybe it was night.

As dusk appeared with the change of the sky, all members once again gathered at the central square of the campsite, densely packed, a black mass.

In the dead silence, no one spoke.

In the silent chaos, everyone peeked around, wanting to occupy a vantage point to better see the entirety... that gigantic broken thing under layers upon layers of metal bandage seals.

Just like a crushed wheel.

Not even a third of its original size.

The so-called... 'Angel'!

Once a reverent, incredible divine messenger, now barely holding on, shackled onto the execution platform, unable to even struggle or make a sound.

So pathetic, so ridiculous.

It was impossible to look away.

But in the end, everyone's gaze couldn't help but turn to the front, where a figure lounged atop the maimed body of the angel.

Even to the object in his hand, that black revolver.

A toy once looked down upon by everyone, now seemed to have mysterious power, making even the sight feel a surge of heat, scorching.

Bloodstains appeared in their eyes.

"Everyone, as I have previously promised, a turning point has come."

Ji Jue lifted his head, observing those faces, not smiling yet not stern, merely using a matter-of-course tone, telling them: "Even the high and mighty, invincible angel will eventually meet death at the hands of mortals.

Next, all of you will have the chance to witness it with your own eyes.

But before that, there is one problem that must be solved..."

He paused, raising the item in his other hand before the crowd could stir, a single silver bullet reflecting the gleaming light of the bonfire and sunset.

"One bullet, only one, for the angel, there's only one."

Click, a crisp sound, the bullet was loaded into the chamber, closed, and ready.

Then, Ji Jue turned the revolver backwards, extending it towards the crowd before him, gazing at their bewildered or shocked expressions, suddenly broke into a laugh.

Like a devil offering a contract and a pen, full of anticipation.

"Who wants to try?"

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