But what surprised him even more was that the demon who had taken him hostage now wanted him to act in a little performance.
Soham was completely dumbfounded at the ti.
What kind of bizarre hobby is this?
But after seeing the stark contrast between the young man’s fake tragic act and his real twisted personality, he figured that it wasn’t all that strange for a demon like this to have such an interest.
With no other choice, Soham played along.
When he heard the chairman praising him, he forced a stiff, insincere smile.
To be honest, when Amalia saw the young man’s drastic change in deanor, she was imdiately reminded of the drama king.
In a way, they were the sa kind of people—both loved to put on a show and perform for others.
The difference was that the drama king did it purely for fun, whereas the young man was simply unhinged.
"If you don’t want your companion to die, surrender now," Lal Hiran said coldly, fixing his gaze on Amalia.
"Sure. Go ahead and kill him," Amalia replied, crossing her arms.
The drama king’s eyes widened in disbelief, as if he couldn’t believe she had just said that.
The young man’s expression shifted into one of delighted amusent. "Wow, I wasn’t expecting this twist! Comrades turning against each other—so you’re not as righteous as I thought. You don’t even care if your own companion lives or dies. How interesting."
"I never claid to be so kind of righteous savior," Amalia said with a chuckle.
"Hah! You sure are quick to burn bridges. I have to admit, your style isn’t all that different from our Holy Gate of the Heaven and the Earth’s way of doing things. If you hadn’t insulted earlier, I might’ve even recomnded you join us," the young man said, clicking his tongue.
The air suddenly beca eerily still.
Amalia glanced at him, her brows slowly furrowing. "If you’d ntioned that earlier, I wouldn’t have said what I did."
The young man was briefly caught off guard. "What do you an?"
Amalia looked at him regretfully.
If she had known this was a direct opportunity to join the Holy Gate of the Heaven and the Earth, she wouldn’t have wasted ti searching for their people.
This could’ve given her direct access to high-ranking mbers.
"Amalia! How could you say that?" The drama king’s voice cracked with emotion. "I ca here because of you! And now that I’ve been captured, you don’t even care about my life? I really misjudged you!" His veins bulged from his neck and forehead as he shouted, putting in every ounce of effort.
His performance was so over-the-top that if he were in the entertainnt industry, he’d probably beco a legend overnight.
"I never asked you to co in the first place. You insisted on tagging along. And now that you’re a hostage, you expect to save you? Sorry, I’m not that noble. Rescuing you would only put at a disadvantage, letting them use you against ," Amalia played along with a smirk.
The drama king’s face turned red with anger, his breathing ragged. "Y-you... How could you say that?! You’re not the Amalia I thought I knew!"
"How amusing! So amusing!" The young man clapped his hands in excitent. "You two are so entertaining. I love a good dog-eat-dog story."
Amalia turned to him. "Well, since we put on such a good show for you, why don’t you tell —what’s your rank in the Holy Gate of the Heaven and the Earth?"
The young man sneered. "And why should I tell you? What does my position in the organization have to do with anything?"
"It has everything to do with it," Amalia said, flexing her fingers. "If you’re a high-ranking mber, I might let you live a little longer. If you’re not... well, that’s unfortunate for you."
The young man’s face darkened instantly, as if a shadow had been cast over it.
His expression twisted in anger. "You must have a death wish. Enough gas. Lal Hiran, kill her. The thing you want—I can hand it over right now."
Lal Hiran had only been negotiating with the young man for that very item.
Now that it was within reach, how could he refuse?
Besides, these two had trespassed onto his territory—they were going to die anyway.
Killing Amalia and gaining a favor in the process?
It was a good deal.
Still, he had no intention of doing it himself. Instead, he turned to the drama king. "Your companion has abandoned you. But if you kill her, I’ll let you live. What do you say?"
The drama king glared at Amalia with gritted teeth. Then, he spat out a single word: "Fine!"
"Let him go," Lal Hiran ordered.
Soham’s hands trembled as he reached for the particle gun.
As one of the only three people here who still had their wits about them, he had just witnessed a masterful reversal.
After today, he doubted he would ever see anything like this again.
The mont the drama king was freed, an overwhelming killing intent erupted from him.
It was so strong—so terrifying—that Lal Hiran and the young man imdiately realized sothing was very, very wrong.
How could soone with such an intense bloodlust ever have been subdued by Soham?
Lal Hiran turned to Soham, only to see the latter wearing an expression on the verge of tears. "Chairman, I’m sorry. If I didn’t go along with it, he would’ve killed ."
Lal Hiran’s eyes widened in horror.
Without a second thought, he spun on his heels and bolted.
The young man was even faster.
The instant he realized he might not be a match for this opponent, he didn’t even consider fighting.
He ran.
But Amalia moved like a ghost, blocking his path in an instant. "Going sowhere?"
The young man let out a furious roar, unleashing all his spiritual energy and charging forward like a teor.
But in the next second, as if an invisible force had compressed it all back inside him, not a single ripple of power remained.
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