Less than half an hour after Leona’s death, Spencer put down the phone, having already learned of Leona’s demise. He rested on his wheelchair, deep in thought.
The recordings of Leona’s phone conversations and the events that transpired in her room were all under Spencer’s surveillance. He knew exactly what had happened in the room.
He began to replay the events, trying to figure out how Wei Tianyang could have quickly found Leona’s address.
Everything happened so abruptly. She had rely made a phone call in the evening, and Wei Tianyang had found her and appeared at her house...
Moreover, what troubled Spencer the most was that Wei Tianyang had learned about Ezekiel’s existence.
How did he do it?!
He had only made physical contact with her!
Spencer’s face was stern as he pondered, pinching his chin.
Could it be possible that Wei Tianyang could read soone’s mories through physical touch? According to the surveillance footage at the scene, Wei Tianyang hadn’t made any other moves, and the recording was continuous.
Spencer stood up and slowly walked to the liquor cabinet, pulling out a bottle of whiskey and pouring himself a glass.
He recalled the operation at Libitelli. There, Wei Tianyang had acquired the superpower to read minds, but that was just thoughts. He used this ability to transmit sounds and read others’ inner thoughts.
It seed unlikely that Leona, in that situation, would think about Ezekiel.
Shaking his head, Spencer could only assu that Wei Tianyang could now read thoughts and, perhaps, mories through physical touch...
If that were true, everyone...in his presence would literally have no secrets at all.
This was a terrifying thought.
If one day, Wei Tianyang beca an enemy, how would the world deal with him? He could precisely decapitate, he could also thoroughly cleanse; before his violence, all types of military forces beca aningless, and he only needed to kill to understand all the enemy’s tactical deploynts...
They couldn’t fight him, deceive him, or evade him.
Spencer started coughing; the whiskey, being such a strong drink, was a bit too harsh for him at the mont.
He still hadn’t figured out how Wei Tianyang had precisely located Leona.
He could fly, and very fast at that...if he can also remotely pinpoint a person accurately...that too was horrifying.
He returned to his computer, repeatedly studying the last call records between Leona and Wei Tianyang.
In the room, Wei Tianyang’s voice kept resonating.
"...say my na a few more tis, say it, I love hearing it..."
"...say my na, Leona, I just want to hear it..."
...
Spencer set down his whiskey glass, and at the end of the call, Wei Tianyang repeatedly urged Leona to say his na...
"Damn... Cadena?! CADENA!!" Spencer hastily called for his secretary.
A woman in her forties, dressed in a white business suit, entered through the door.
Spencer instructed, "Send a red ergency email to all foundation mbers."
"What is it about? I can help you draft it..."
Before the secretary could finish, Spencer interrupted her.
"It doesn’t need to be complex, Cadena, just send a sentence telling them to never, under any circumstances, say a na," Spencer said.
The secretary looked puzzled and asked, "Which na?"
Spencer opened the notes app on his phone and typed the na Wei Tianyang in 26 different languages, showing it to the secretary.
"Wei..." The secretary began, but imdiately covered her mouth.
"Yes, just like that. Don’t say it, neither in that nor in any language; from now on, we’ll refer to him as ’He.’"
"He..." The secretary looked at Spencer, realizing the gravity of the situation.
"Add one more line. Do not attempt to contact Him; He is no longer the god who can lead us. Send the email, then, arrange an urgent eting for tomorrow morning; all fifth-tier managent of the foundation must attend!" Spencer commanded.
"Alright, sir, I will handle it now," the secretary said respectfully.
As the secretary left, Spencer’s cell phone rang.
He looked at the caller’s na.
It was Him.
Spencer answered the call.
At this very mont, Wei Tianyang was 2,000 ters above Georgetown.
Beneath him, the city lights of midnight twinkled faintly, the sky not long past nightfall remained a dim grey, the lights below rushing towards the sky only to be swallowed by the cosmic darkness.
"Spencer," Wei Tianyang said in a deep voice.
The blood on his face had dried, but his fingers were still slick; it was unclear whether it was blood or fatty fluid.
"I believe Leona has already spoken with you," Spencer said.
"She had so opinions about ," Wei Tianyang replied.
"Tis have changed, and everyone has changed a bit," Spencer said.
"Changed? I thought the things your foundation pursued were consistent," Wei Tianyang replied.
"Goals can be adjusted at any ti. You have changed too, haven’t you?" Spencer said.
"But I’m still the Wei Tianyang you know, aren’t I?" Wei Tianyang said with a laugh.
"You no longer pursue ’greater aning’ do you?" Spencer said.
"I am that aning, Spencer; I always have been, I just didn’t realize it before," Wei Tianyang said.
"You can’t solve all the world’s problems, can you? You also said that killing doesn’t solve problems," Spencer said.
"That’s what I used to think," Wei Tianyang replied with a laugh.
Spencer didn’t respond.
"But, you see, problems are created by people. So, indeed, killing can solve all problems. The problems Johnny created, I solved in three minutes; that’s the proof," Wei Tianyang said.
"Johnny has t with you?" Spencer said, sowhat alard.
"The council is pleased that this matter was handled appropriately. You know, I don’t care much for those dals, so I left the credit to the task force," Wei Tianyang said.
"Good, you did the right thing. He was a terrorist, and terrorists deserve to die more than anyone else," Spencer said with a forced smile.
"I think you wouldn’t really think so, after all, your relationship with him was much deeper than with ," Wei Tianyang said.
"I’ve collaborated with Johnny a few tis, but the motivations behind those aren’t what you think," Spencer said.
"He was your mask, Spencer. Masks are used to cover the face, allowing one to carry out dirty work more brazenly. What I’m mainly concerned about is not the mask itself but what lies behind it," Wei Tianyang said.
"You surely don’t think I’m a terrorist, do you?" Spencer said.
"I’m not so inflexible, Spencer. I know so things must be done, and can only be done that way... that’s the price of the adult world. I’m not judging you; I understand and agree with your thods, that’s why I called you," Wei Tianyang said.
"What do you want to do?" Spencer said.
"I need your cooperation, but clearly, you are not in that nice office," Wei Tianyang said with a smile.
At this very mont, he had cut through the glass and stood inside the CEO’s office at the top of United Pharmaceuticals, where he had once drank with Spencer, and Johnny had too...
"I’ve already retired," Spencer said.
"You can’t fool , Spencer. It seems like you’re avoiding ; why is that?" Wei Tianyang said.
Spencer looked out the window. Far away, below the mountains, the lights of Georgetown twinkled, and the United Pharmaceuticals office building was faintly visible. From the surveillance footage, he saw Wei Tianyang, his shirt half-stained red as if splashed with blood.
"I’m not avoiding you; I’m just observing and evaluating," Spencer said.
Wei Tianyang looked towards the corner surveillance cara and smiled; that smile appeared on Spencer’s computer screen.
Then, he said, "Alright then, it’s like that. Since you don’t want to see , I’ll go back now, but lastly... call my na, it’s been a long ti since we’ve talked."
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