Having a good face is enough.

After I killed Scar, the time would be ripe. Then White Night would tell me the true purpose of this killing game.

If I had still been the man I once was, hearing those words from White Night, I would have been cautious and submissive, saying nothing, forcing myself to stay calm so as not to reveal my identity as an undercover agent. I would not have dared ask a single question.

But now I was a super-demon, one even White Night had to address as his master. Naturally, I would do the opposite.

Remembering what I had learned earlier from Professor He about the perverse Chen Mu, I decided to give a bold performance.

So I suddenly stepped forward and came to White Night's front. And White Night truly was no ordinary man, or perhaps he trusted me enough. When I stood before him with murderous intent, he did not move at all; he did not even blink, simply watching me in silence.

Then I suddenly reached out and seized White Night by the throat. But I did not tighten my grip; I merely rested my hand there. Even then, he gave no reaction, only looked up at me with a composed face and an unruffled gaze.

Very soon I tightened my hand around his throat and said, "White Night, are you betraying me?"

He said softly, "No."

I pressed on, "Then why have you kept this secret from the organization hidden in your heart, never telling me? Are you loyal to the organization, or to me?"

He said, "Master, it has always been like this. Because of your split personality, whenever there is very important information, the organization tells only me, then has me tell you gradually. Otherwise, if your other personality were to emerge, the secret might be exposed. As for whether the master or the organization matters more, I can say that for the sake of the organization, I would kill anyone except myself and the normal you. And for your sake, I could kill everyone, including myself."

Hearing White Night's words, the corner of my mouth lifted into a faint smile. Then I slid my hand upward, taking hold of his chin, and lightly patted his face twice before saying, "I hope so."

Only then did I release White Night and ask him simply, "Where is Scar?"

White Night did not answer. He merely turned and led the way. As for the remains of the corpses on the ground, he did not want any of them at all. Even Fang Lin's head, he did not ask me to carry. That puzzled me greatly. When it came to the final hunter, why did he no longer want Fang Lin's head? Or had the item already been taken away when Fang Lin was killed at the hospital? But Fang Lin had not been killed by me. Or perhaps it was Fang Qinghe who had sent someone to kill her. How then had White Night found an opportunity to take that thing?

I was puzzled, but I did not show it on my face, only followed White Night.

Soon we left that place. White Night did not drive; we took a taxi to a row house in the outskirts.

We did not go straight there. After stopping in an alley nearby, White Night pointed at the house and said to me, "A Mu, Scar is inside. You can go kill him now."

White Night was actually telling me to kill Scar myself, and at once I felt a little panic. I had thought he would go with me, or that he had already abducted Scar. I had never expected Scar to still be alive and well.

Although Fang Qinghe had already given me some hints before, and said that I possessed an inborn reaction speed, that my resistance in the face of danger was very strong—in plain terms, my skill was not bad.

But if you asked me to kill Scar, I did not think I could do it.

Yet with the abilities of that perverse Chen Mu, it was possible.

Then I gradually understood why White Night wanted me to kill Scar. He was still testing me, because I had acted too convincingly; even he could no longer easily tell the difference. So he wanted to judge me through murder.

And so I was trapped in a dilemma. To go kill someone seemed like walking to my death, but if I refused, it would be as good as telling White Night that I was no good and that I was pretending.

In the end I asked White Night, "You still haven't told me why Scar has to die. It's true that he was a sparring partner for this killing game, but he is still a killer from our Avengers Alliance. Killing one of our own is not our style. You need to give me a reason. Could it be that Scar already knows the secret behind the killing game, and you fear he might leak it?"

White Night shook his head slightly. "No. He is to die because he is, in fact, a traitor. He had contact with Dawnlight, and he provided them with intelligence about our Avengers. In truth, the organization deliberately arranged for him to join us in this killing game. Otherwise, how would he have been worthy of being your opponent? The organization wanted him to take part in the killing game, then leak information again, so that Dawnlight would think we were truly carrying out a killing game. In that way, they would lower their guard against us and assume we were not probing their secrets, merely taking revenge through murder."

Only then, hearing White Night's words, did I truly understand the terror of the Avengers Alliance. They were not merely bloody and violent; they also possessed wisdom and strategy. I was certain the upper ranks of the alliance must have a superlative mastermind directing everything, and that made my undercover work all the more difficult.

And I had no way back now, because Scar truly deserved to die. I had no choice but to kill him.

In the end I had to take the dagger White Night handed me and quietly make my way toward the row house where Scar was staying.

When I reached the door, I looked at the window and realized that I either had to force the door open or pretend to be normal and knock; otherwise I would not get in.

I knew White Night was watching me from not far away, watching every move I made. I felt that forcing my way in would not work, so I could only use strategy.

Thus, I had no choice but to force myself to remain calm and knock on the door. But after knocking, I waited half a minute and heard no reply. I also heard no footsteps inside.

Just as I was about to knock again, the door suddenly creaked open.

The room inside was pitch-black, though soon moonlight from outside spilled in. Even so, the light remained dim, and I could not see anyone at the doorway.

Instinct told me the one who had opened the door was hiding in a corner, ready to strike the moment I made the slightest move.

So I had no choice but to stand at the doorway and say, "Scar, it's me, Chen Mu. Come out."

The instant I finished speaking, a figure flashed before my eyes, a gleaming butcher's cleaver in his hand, and it sent a chill straight through me.

He asked directly, "Chen Mu, what are you doing here? If you've come to settle the score over what happened last time, I suggest you leave. I'm not an easy man to provoke."

I narrowed my eyes, making myself look as disdainful of him as possible, then said, "I've come to inform you of the organization's ruling on this killing game."

Scar stared at me for a moment, and in the end he let me into the house, probably because he could see I was different from before.

I sat down by the table inside and took out my phone, saying to him, "The organization says you were the first to complete the killing game, so you've been given a special reward. Take a look yourself."

As I spoke, I pretended to hand the phone to Scar for him to take and see.

And when Scar lowered his head, I gathered every ounce of strength in my body and, in one desperate, all-or-nothing strike, slashed at him, because once I seized the initiative, things would be much easier. I did not need to kill him with a single blow; it would be enough to blind one eye and make him writhe in pain.

But Scar was no ordinary man. His reflexes were extremely quick. Instantly he twisted his head aside, and my strike missed his eye.

But I was fast as well, and my blade still cut across his ear. Since the dagger White Night had given me was exceedingly sharp, almost capable of severing metal like clay, Scar's ear was cut off at once, though not completely; a strip of skin still connected it to his head.

Then Scar let out a furious roar and charged at me.

He had been gripping that cleaver all along, and now he swung it down at me. I knew it was certainly no ordinary kitchen knife. If I were struck by it, I feared I would lose an arm or a leg in an instant.

I panicked, and instinctively took a step backward, while also yanking a chair toward me in an attempt to trip him.

The next instant I heard a sharp crash, and I knew the chair had been completely smashed by Scar's blade.

Now I was even more frightened. My retreat had already made me lose the momentum, and with Scar driven mad by pain, he was going to kill me now.

I instinctively wanted to run for the door, but it was already too late. Scar kicked me hard in the abdomen and sent me crashing straight into the wall.

Then I heard the whistling sound of wind parting, and I knew Scar's cleaver was coming down toward me.

At that moment, my legs began to tremble uncontrollably. Undercover work truly was not something ordinary people could do. I had underestimated Scar's strength. I should never have tried to shoulder this alone; I should have had White Night come with me.

But there is no medicine for regret in this world. This time, it seemed I would fail before I had even begun.

Just as my instincts urged me to close my eyes in despair, a cool breeze suddenly swept across my face. In that fleeting wind, I quickly saw Scar's hand, the one holding the cleaver, frozen in midair. Two long fingers had clamped onto his wrist.

It was White Night. White Night had come after all. He may have been here all along, watching from the shadows.

White Night moved a finger, and Scar's cleaver dropped. Then White Night took the cleaver in hand and swung it casually. Scar's two fingers were severed and fell to the ground.

Scar cried out and staggered back several steps.

But he quickly regained control of himself, then immediately pointed at me and said something that filled me with fear. Scar pointed at me and said, "He is not Chen Mu. Do you really think he is Chen Mu? Are you going to break the rules of the organization for his sake?"

And White Night said coldly, "Whether he is Chen Mu is none of your concern. It is enough that he has this face."