"What do you an? As the most loyal follower of the Master of Revelation, are you going to let them capture you?" Zhou Shaoyang didn’t want to be caught by the Special Operations Departnt, having heard that the thods of that witch An Nishang would make life worse than death.
He quietly handed the Flesh Bodhi over to Arabic, saying to him, "As the most loyal follower of the Apocalypse Society, I’d rather die gloriously in battle than kneel and beg for life! Eat it! Let’s fight our way out together!"
Zhou Shaoyang gazed fervently, urging Arabic.
He kept urging Arabic to eat the Flesh Bodhi.
Arabic held the Flesh Bodhi in his hand, staring intently at Chen Che above him, and suddenly shouted towards Chen Che, "Chen Che, don’t you recognize ?"
Chen Che squinted his eyes, startled by the man’s words. When had he ever t these two people?
But this Arabic appeared very familiar to him.
This sense of familiarity made his heart pound with anxiety.
Chana and the others looked toward Chen Che in confusion. Could it be that Chen Che knew these two people from the Apocalypse Society?
Or was this so kind of business Chen Che was conducting secretly?
Arabic shouted loudly, "Artuk! Achilabuk! Sarakok!"
These strange spells, as Arabic shouted them, made Chen Che’s heart start pounding wildly, an extrely uncomfortable sensation surging out from his heart.
A dreadful feeling surged in his heart.
Arabic quickly analyzed the current situation; these people were highly likely Chen Che’s n.
Arabic asked, "How about it! Let us talk alone, these people are your subordinates, right? Have them leave!"
This nausea and revulsion made Chen Che feel extrely uncomfortable, his face turning grim as he stared at Arabic’s aging face, that familiar feeling suddenly flooding his heart, a feeling instinctual to this body.
Sothing was amiss.
Chana looked worriedly at Chen Che and asked, "What’s going on? I feel this guy is strange, keeping him around might bring more trouble, should we just execute them? I’ll do it!"
Chana said, cocking the gun in his hand.
The instinct in Chen Che told him that if these two were killed now, big trouble would surely follow. He imdiately pressed down on Chana’s gun.
Chen Che let out a long breath and said to Chana, "Guard the periter, don’t let anyone co over."
Chen Che took a pistol in his hands, clenching a card at the sa ti, a Storage Card from the Silver rchants Association, containing ten thousand Betas in cash.
The value is ten thousand Betas.
Chen Che had already ingested a Bursting Chestnut, so in case of any abnormal situation, he could throw out this card as a weapon.
The explosive power would definitely be enough to blow up the two below into fragnts.
After all, a grenade costs only about a hundred or two hundred.
That was equivalent to over a hundred grenades.
Moreover, he always carried with him a beggar’s bowl that gave zero presence.
After the explosion, he could imdiately hide away.
With this beggar’s bowl, the opponent wouldn’t be able to find where he was, and Chana and the others would return quickly.
For any unexpected situation, Chen Che had anticipated every aspect. He just wanted to know where this familiar but unknown sensation ca from?
Why did he feel such familiarity with Arabic, who was clearly a Yellow-robed Priest of the Apocalypse Society?
Before being alone with the two, Chen Che also popped a Candy of Listening to the Heart into his mouth.
Know yourself and know your enemy, and you will be invincible in a hundred battles.
This way, he could hear their inner thoughts in advance, knowing ahead of ti what they would do.
If they attempted to attack him, he could prevent it in advance.
Chana and others looked at Chen Che with concern, their loyalty to Chen Che had already increased to over 70%.
With such loyalty, they would already take a bullet for Chen Che, never betraying him.
Chen Che had them guard the periter, and Chana hesitated only for a mont before leaving.
Chen Che, about 20 ters from the two, stared at them and questioned, "Speak, what do you want to talk about with ? Those just now were my subordinates, don’t worry about leaks."
[What is this old fox Arabic trying to do? This man nad Chen Che—isn’t he that pretty boy? An Nishang’s bed partner... damn it! The manager of the Tasting Comrce Association fell into his hands, and I fucking also fell into this pretty boy’s hands, damn it!]
[Hahaha! So it’s him here, I can’t let this go, he’s lost his mory now, I need to help him recover his mory, otherwise, he’ll be hard-pressed to trust , I need to restore his loyalty to the Master of Revelation!]
Chen Che’s heart pounded heavily, yet his face remained as expressionless as ever.
He heard the thoughts of the two consecutively; the first was Zhou Shaoyang’s, which didn’t surprise him much.
But what Arabic thought, however, made him uneasy. The "he" continually ntioned in Arabic’s heart, couldn’t possibly refer to himself?
What mory? Why didn’t his mind have any recollection? Loyalty to the Master of Revelation? How could he possibly be loyal to this damn cult?
Chen Che’s mind was in chaos, but he maintained a silent deanor without revealing any significant flaws.
Arabic slowly pulled out a pill from his bosom and said to Chen Che, "You may not believe it, but we’re on the sa side! You were loyal to the Master of Revelation too! You were once the most loyal follower of the Master of Revelation, your gun should not be pointed at us, but at those sinners!
You now have no relevant mories because you ingested Non-language! Non-language erased your mories related to the Master of Revelation, which you requested, because of your incredible loyalty to the Master of Revelation, you feared you would reveal the secrets of the Master of Revelation!
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