The Buddhist way of life of Ke Xue Le Zi

Xing Haiyin didn't care much about the negotiations with the Japanese Public Security Bureau and other official organizations, or rather, it was not within his consideration.

All he had to do now was to finish the mission.

Looking at the man sitting in front of her, Xing Haiyin seemed to finally become interested, but her face did not have the surprised expression that the other party had expected. Instead, it seemed as if she had guessed the current situation a long time ago.

"You don't seem surprised at all, Ricard." The man said with a smile, "Looking at the person you killed sitting here intact, don't you have anything to say?"

Xing Haiyin tilted his head, the corner of his lips slightly raised, "Should I have anything to say? After all, you have been causing harm for thousands of years, and people like you won't die so easily."

"—Rum."

The man sitting upright in the chair sneered, and his intact eye flashed with an obscure color. He seemed not to be angry at all, and his expression was still smiling.

But both people present knew what was hidden behind this smile.

"When did you start to seize power?" Xinghaiyin sat down in the chair opposite to Rum slowly, as if he was really curious, but his tone was nonchalant. "It's a good thing you were able to seize power under the noses of all the top leaders."

If the person who said this was not Rikard, Rum would have taken it as a nice thing to say, but with the debuff in place, even if Xinghaiyin was really saying nice things, his meaning would be misinterpreted by the listeners.

But Xinghaiyin certainly didn't say anything good, so it's no big deal to be misinterpreted.

"You don't need to know this. I didn't call you here to chat." Rum's expression was hard to read, but the corners of his mouth were still raised in an unexpected arc. "Why don't you guess what I want you to do?"

"Of course you want to kill me." Xing Haiyin had no intention of arguing with Rum. He broke the false peace between the two of them, with a playful and teasing look on his face, "You must be very angry because I have ruined so many cooperations, right?"

"Don't beat around the bush. If you want my life, come and take it if you can." The silver-gray-haired man raised his hand and slumped into the chair casually, as if he didn't take Rum seriously at all.

"No, no, no, I want more than just your life." Rum said, "Although you did cause me a lot of trouble, the entire organization is obviously more tempting than your life."

Xing Haiyin raised his eyebrows and stretched out his voice, "Oh? Do you want me to take the blame for killing the boss and rebelling?"

"How could that be?" Rum waved his hand. "You were the one who killed the boss. How can you take the blame for me?"

Xing Haiyin was silent for a moment and did not respond to Rum's words. Rum also had no intention of speaking again. He just smiled at the man sitting opposite him, a smile that was so hypocritical that it was disgusting.

But the silence did not last long. A knock on the door broke the confrontation between the two. After receiving a reply to come in, the butler who led Xing Haiyin into the castle came in. He bowed slightly and said while maintaining the bowing posture, "Sir, there is an emergency that needs your attention."

"Okay, let this guest take a break. You must be tired after rushing here, so just stay in this room and have a good rest." Rum stood up, and the chair behind him rubbed against the ground, making a harsh dragging sound.

When he reached the door, he turned back and told the butler, "You just stay at the door of this gentleman. If he needs anything, you can handle it immediately."

The butler responded respectfully.

Xing Haiyin sat on a chair with his back to the door. He seemed to be in a daze with his mind wandering. He did not have any unnecessary reaction to these words.

When the door behind him closed, a bright blue screen popped up in front of the silver-gray-haired man. On it was the floor plan of the castle, which was marked with densely packed red dots.

A floor plan that is almost completely covered.

These red dots represent planted bombs.

Rum was still confident. He thought he had the gentleman under control, but he didn't know that the other party was lying dormant just to get rid of two troubles in one fell swoop.

The man closed his eyes and pressed his aching temple tiredly.