In the past, Shi Yu might have entertained such thoughts when facing the likes of the Kun General, but the situation now was different, he had to remain calm.
His fingertips brushed across the numbers from zero to nine, and after a brief hesitation, he entered a sixteen-digit number at the fastest speed.
After pressing the confirm button, the system prompt sounded again: "Password incorrect, password incorrect..."
Incorrect?
Shi Yu narrowed his eyes, his fingers lingering over those numbers.
After ten seconds of contemplation, he pressed a key, 1...
Then he entered 9870421, 19880202, and pressed the confirm button!
Click—
The password door opened.
Qin Jin was stunned, "It opened? You knew the password?"
Shi Yu did not answer his question, but there was a hint of emotion in his cool eyes.
19870421, 19880202...
Suddenly, he smiled faintly.
That smile was laden with too much depth, perhaps even he himself was not fully aware.
At the sa ti.
Shen Cheng was still sitting on the ground, hugging her knees, her vacant eyes staring off into the distance.
The tears had dried on her face, her eyes sowhat red.
Feng Jiu i pushed open the door and entered, seeing her motionless against the wall, he chuckled lightly: "He’s not dead."
Shen Cheng suddenly looked up, her gaze eting his smiling eyes, "...Not dead?"
Feng Jiu i nodded gently, as an answer to her question.
"Not dead?"
Shen Cheng just looked at him, repeating the sa question.
Feng Jiu i walked over to her, stopped in front of her, and looked down at her from above: "Stand up, and I will tell you."
No sooner had his words fallen than Shen Cheng stood up with the support of the wall.
Her legs were sowhat numb from maintaining the sa position for a long ti, and she was a bit unstable when she stood up.
Feng Jiu i reached out to steady her by the arm and released it once she found her balance.
He adjusted his clothing with a raise of his hand, then turned to leave.
Stopping by the doorway, he turned back, "Follow to a place, a fun ga is about to start soon."
After saying that and about to leave, Shen Cheng suddenly spoke up to stop him: "Feng Jiu i!"
He paused in his step, "Hmm?"
Without turning back.
Staring at his retreating figure, Shen Cheng asked word by word: "Is he really still here?"
"He’s here," Feng Jiu i laughed softly: "But whether you can still be together depends on how this ga ends. If I win, he dies. If he wins, I’ll let you go."
Hearing this, Shen Cheng laughed.
A life wagered in a ga, two lives staked on a fling—such a high-stakes ga, what gives you the right to play it so casually?
Feng Jiu i’s figure paused montarily, and a few seconds later, he turned back to look at her, his expression concealed beneath the mask, but his voice still carried a laugh: "If it weren’t for you, this ga might have gone much bigger, and more than one life would’ve been at stake."
He paused before continuing: "You, are truly special."
eting his gaze, Shen Cheng smiled even more broadly: "Since you like playing gas so much, why not switch it up, make it even more thrilling."
Feng Jiu i, puzzled, "Hmm?"
"The players remain the sa, but let’s raise the stakes even further." Shen Cheng curved her lips, her smile blossoming, "If he wins, you let go. If you win, I’ll die with him."
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