Die, Replay, Repeat

Chapter 151: I Hate Lairs

After Fang Xiu took a bath, he lay in bed and fell into a sound sleep under the loving gaze of his wife.

Then he met his dear Nightmare, who now resembled a rat hiding in sewers, trembling with fear.

With Nightmare's company, Fang Xiu slept well.

The next day, there was a loud knocking at the door.

"Come in," Fang Xiu said calmly.

Without seeing the door move, two figures appeared inside; they were Ace and King of Spades.

As soon as they saw Fang Xiu, they knelt and bowed deeply. "Thank you, sir, for sparing our lives," they said in unison.

Fang Xiu looked at them calmly. It was clear they were in bad shape. Even though their wounds had been treated, there was still a strong smell of blood.

Ace of Spades' shadowy form was becoming very faint, as if he might disappear at any moment.

The two had clearly been through a tough battle to kill the cyclops.

"You don't need to thank me. Opportunities are earned, not given. Whether you survive or not has nothing to do with me," Fang Xiu said indifferently, like a powerful figure indifferent to the lives of others.

"I hope this teaches you a lesson. The will of the president is unshakeable. Next time, you won't be facing my pet; I'll take care of it myself."

The two felt a chill in their hearts, remembering the "pet" that had left them with deep mental scars after a near-death experience.

They knew now that if Fang Xiu himself had acted, they wouldn't stand a chance. Frightened, they quickly bowed and promised, "Don't worry, sir. If next time we cause any trouble, we'll take care of it ourselves."

They knew that if they made another mistake, it would be better to end their own lives than fall into the hands of such a powerful figure.

Fang Xiu raised his eyes a little, indicating a positive response, and then fell silent.

The two didn't dare to speak, afraid of saying something wrong and angering him.

The room fell silent.

Fang Xiu didn't know what to say. As one of the leaders of the organization, he was supposed to know everything, but in reality, he knew nothing. Speaking too much could reveal his lack of knowledge.

He wanted to ask about the gift Zhou Qingfeng had left at the hospital and why it indirectly was given to Yang Ming. But he couldn't ask, as it would reveal his ignorance and get himself exposed.

Facing Fang Xiu's silence, the two Spades felt extremely uncomfortable, as if the silence had a suffocating power.

During this tense moment, Ace of Spades bravely broke the silence. He respectfully took out a dark gold metal box from the shadows.

Fang Xiu recognized it as a box made from pure Mind Steel, a valuable material, but the contents must be even more precious.

Ace of Spades held the box above his head and said, "Sir, I have something to report. This is an upgraded version of the Type-II potion, based on the president's research, called the Type-III potion."

He opened the box to reveal a small vial of liquid. The liquid was as red as blood and as beautiful as a ruby, with what seemed like tiny stars inside, making it look like a piece of art.

"Sir, the Type-III potion can help people fully merge with Specter, and there's even a ten percent chance it can optimize a person's body to be perfectly compatible with Specter, allowing perfect control.

"As you know, many members of our organization are Specterized or partially Specterized. While this greatly enhances their combat abilities, the incompatibility between the human body, mind, and Specter makes them unstable and prevents them from reaching their full potential.

"We developed the Type-III potion to help our members merge with and control Specters. Due to the rarity of the ingredients, we only have this one bottle. I'm offering it to you, hoping for your evaluation."

Fang Xiu didn't take the potion but continued to silently watch them; in fact, he didn't even glance at the potion, as if it were insignificant.

The two were very nervous and dared not speak, just quietly holding the potion without moving.

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They actually had a simple thought: bribing Fang Xiu with a gift.

Offending a leader of the Pokers would cause deadly consequences. After much consideration, they decided against spiritual coins, Specter Gadgets, or materials to increase Spiritual Energy, as these would not impress an influential figure like Fang Xiu.

They chose the Type-III potion as their gift, hoping to show their achievements. Moreover, that was something truly rare and valuable, perfectly suited as a gift for someone of Fang Xiu's stature.

The two Spades had thought their plan was good, but Fang Xiu's silence made them more and more nervous.

'Has he seen through our gift? Maybe someone like him doesn't care for something like our Type-III potion.'

Finally, Fang Xiu said, "You've surely put in some effort."

His words made them feel relieved and overjoyed, thinking they had gained his approval.

But then, Fang Xiu's next words shocked them. "To think you'd try to fool me with such trash, you really did put in the effort."

Their faces turned pale. They realized they had been caught trying to deceive him.

They immediately began to beg, "We were wrong, please forgive us."

Fang Xiu was surprised by their reaction. He didn't know much about the Type-III potion; he was just acting tough. But his words made them confess.

'They wouldn't have poisoned it. Because if they've found out who I really am, they could've just killed me, rather than offering me the poisonous potion. They must have lied about something else.'

He kept his cool and said, "I hate liars." His voice sent shivers down their spines.