With only a lamp hung on the ceiling, the light appears rather dim.

There is no wallpaper on the wall or floor on the ground. The ground is only covered with cement. Under a wooden bed, there are bottles and jars that have labels of various beer brands. Some of the bottles are still filled of 1/5 of the liquid, which is mixed with the musty smell.

A man is lying on the bed, curling himself and shivering. His face is pale with sweat on the forehead. The sweat just looks like the steam on the pot cover when the water is boiling.

He seems to fall into a semicoma, calling a girl"s name non-stop.

His face is full of pains.

Even in such a state, he still has his sword placed next to him, as if only by doing so can he feel safe.

All of a sudden, he sits up from the bed.

His eyes are still full of fear. Yet, when he puts his hands on the sword, the fear in his eyes vanishes instantly and only resentment is left.

He struggles to climb from the bed with his two legs still trembling. It seems that it takes tremendous strength to support such a body.

He staggers towards the table and reaches out his hand to take up the gla.s.s on it. The water in the gla.s.s looks a bit muddy. No one knows how long the water has been kept there. However, he seemingly can"t care about that now so he just pours the water into his throat.

Having put down the gla.s.s, he places his two palms against the table and gasping heavily with his sweat dripping along his chin.

The table is also covered with a layer of dust. Yet, only the photo frame on the table is clean and tidy.

The girl in the photo, wearing a white dress, has a sweet look with her head slightly tilted and her hand placed upon the forehead as if she is trying to block the sun. Her pure smile is very infectious.

With a pale face and dry lips, the man is laughing reluctantly while opening his mouth.

He reaches out his hand to take up the photo frame.

He kisses on the photo across the gla.s.s.

Then his face is changed again.

He covers his chest with one hand.

He is shivering even faster.

The energy in his body is being rapidly drained just like the water in the pond.

Crack.

The photo frame in his hand drops on the ground, leaving the gla.s.s broken into pieces. The man falls down, making a noise of “Bang”!

He is dizzy as if the world were spinning around.

When the man reopens his eyes, he finds that his surroundings are greatly changed.

There is a still lamp, a soft quilt and a smell of detergent.

He suddenly sits up from the bed. He doesn"t feel relieved until he finds that his sword stays with him.

Thwack! The door is pushed open.

Gao Ge in a night-robe waves at him, holding a cup of hot coffee on the other hand.

“You are awake?”

When the man sees Gao Ge, his pupils instantly shrink and then he quickly grasps the sword.

“Enough. If I really want to kill you, you are already dead.” Gao Ge says impatiently.

The man is still holding the sword tightly but on second thought, he agrees to what Gao Ge said.

In terms of his current situation, if Gao Ge wants to kill him, he should be brought to the crematory now.

“Let me introduce myself. My name is Gao Ge, which means singing loudly.” After saying that, Gao Ge takes a sip of coffee and makes a click, thinking that he may be tricked by the waiter, who told him that it was Civet coffee. c.r.a.p, it doesn"t taste like civet at all.

“Why am I here?”

“Can people actually live in the place where you stayed?” Gao Ge asks.

The man doesn"t answer.

“You are Mo Ran, right?”

“Yes.”

Gao Ge pulls over a chair and sits down, placing the coffee on the nearby gla.s.s table. He thinks for a while and says, “Were you hiding in the bas.e.m.e.nt all the time?”

“How did you find me?”

“A friend of yours told me. He is called Jin, your colleague of the bar where you worked, but he quit before. It took me quite some efforts to find him. It"s him who subleased the bas.e.m.e.nt to you, but I think you were fooled by him, because it only cost him 600 to rent the place but he charged you 800 for that. Are you an idiot?”

Mo Ran feels a bit stunned.

Is this man so talkative?

“You are trying to kill the Ruizhi Group, right?”

Mo Ran is perplexed.

Gao Ge pats his head, “I mean Liu Rui and Song Zhi.”

When he hears the two names, Mo Ran"s eyes become red and his hand that is holding the sword keeps trembling.

“You were shivering in sleep and now you are shivering again. Are you diagnosed with Parkinson disease?”

Mo Ran roars angrily, “Why did you save him?”

“Because my task is to kill you or take you away.” Gao Ge says calmly, “You have caused quite some trouble for our stable and harmonious society. Don"t you realize that?”

“Are you a cop?”

“No. I am more advanced than cops.” After all, there is n.o.body else here. Gao Ge just feels free to boost himself and pretends to be mysterious.

“I can"t die now.” Mo Ran says.

“Your girlfriend…”

“Shut up!” Mo Ran raises his voice again and then holds his head, looking so painful.

Actually, based on the profile, Gao Ge can guess what has happened before.

Hence, Mo Ran"s fierce reaction is just as expected.

Gao Ge sighs and then takes another sip of the coffee. Still, he can"t taste the flavor of civet. He can"t help complaining about that. If Xia Lu were here, she would say to him--even if he is drinking blue mountain coffee, he can never get the taste of a mountain.

Luckily, she is not here!

“You can kill Liu Rui and Song Zhi, but do you ever think about what will happen to you?”

“As long as they are dead, I don"t care being killed or not!”

Fine! The man is obsessed now.

Actually, his reaction is quite normal.

If Gao Ge were him, he might have reacted more violently.

Gao Ge is not a good guy but he is not a bad man either.

He has no principles; otherwise, he will not take the money of the Liu Family and meanwhile save Mo Ran.

He transferred the power of stars to Mo Ran before, which caused some energy consumption to him. It must take him some time to fully recover.

He is willing to look at the things from the perspective of Mo Ran.

What is right is just right; what is wrong is just wrong.

To live in the world, if one makes a mistake, he must pay for it.

If the good is not rewarded, the evil is not punished and the h.e.l.l will vanish after death, then how terrible will the world be?

At the moment, the doorbell rings.

Gao Ge frowns and takes a deep breath. He stands up slowly to walk towards the door.

Standing at the door, he clenches his fist at Mo Ran, telling him in this way to be prepared for a fight!

Feeling surprised, Mo Ran also clenches his fist at Gao Ge and punches his chest, just like a hip-hop singer.

Gao Ge is at a loss.