He Zhichu slowly leaned back against the sofa, gently tapping his fingers on the armrest. His expression was more exhausted than ever. So, it really was him… Slowly closing his eyes, he recalled the giant explosion and the rising mushroom cloud from seven years ago… Seven years ago. That man's madness was still vivid in He Zhichu's memories. The great explosion he'd created, could it have failed to kill him? How could that be? He Zhichu was silent for a long time.
"Zhichu? Are you still there? How did you know this IP was still being used? That's so strange." Qin Zhiyuan scratched his head, heart still pounding with fear. "What should we do? If that madman appears again, could he…"
"No." He Zhichi calmly interrupted Qin Zhiyuan. "Cousin, don't say anything to anyone else yet. I still have to discuss this with my father. I don't think this is that simple."
"Okay, whatever Master He says." Qin Zhiyuan yawned. "I'm reassured with you taking care of it. Goodnight."
