Traveling through Thailand

Taking one step at a time, they soon reached the glass. Sky noticed the two gunmen locked eyes, and upon receiving the signal, one of them pointed his gun at Sky, while the other pointed his gun at the door next to the glass. Understanding what they were about to do, Sky drew his wrist sword and, when their gazes parted, dove directly behind the bodyguards. When they instinctively fired, he was cut on his hand. The two guns fell to the ground, and before the others could react, they kicked them behind them.

"This sword is in your hand." The enemy didn't care about the gun that was taken away, but his attention was attracted by the sword in Sky's hand.

"Since this sword is in your hand, it means that you are special to him. In this case, it is the same to capture you." They said this because they received a message through the headset saying that the people protecting nearby had rushed to the downstairs of the hospital, and if they didn't evacuate quickly, they would have no chance to leave.

After saying that, he immediately reached out to grab Sky. The two men behind him saw them attacking Sky, picked up their guns and fired two shots at them. After the two shots, they forced back the attacking enemies. They stood in front of Sky again to protect him from being hurt.

The urging voice in the headset let them know that they couldn't be captured in a short time. They made a retreat gesture and turned to leave.

But then Sky decided to keep them all. As they retreated a few steps and began to evacuate in groups, Sky moved. With his sword, he slashed the tendons of the two men behind him at his fastest speed. After successfully ambushing the two, the others quickly reacted.

The leader among them looked at the two people lying on the ground holding their feet. From the amount of bleeding, he could tell that their tendons were severed.

"As expected of him, he likes picking on people." Just as he finished speaking, a sigh came from the headset: "You've missed the best time to leave. From now on, I can only wish you good luck. I hope to see you on the flight back."

No more sound came from the headphones. They took off the headphones and shouted harshly: "Boy, we are kind enough to let you go, but since you are so tactless as to stop us from leaving, then be prepared for revenge."

A 5V3 game began.

Their ferocious, grueling fight absorbed Xiaoti's complete attention, and his excitement was much less pronounced. Xiao Yi reclined on the sofa, watching the fight on screen and grumbling, "When did Sky learn to pick at his tendons? That's not a good habit. He should just shatter his enemies' heart meridians. That's less scary and more aesthetically pleasing."

To this, Xiaotizi bluntly refuted: "Is there any need to ask? I must have learned it from you."

"I'm not responsible for this. I've never picked on anyone before. He must have seen it on TV or in a movie."

The next moment, Xiaotizi played the video of him eating alcoholic chocolate, cutting his tendons in his hands and feet with a soft sword, and finally painting on his neck. Xiao Yi was silent. He didn't want to admit that such a bloody person could be a drunk himself.

Seeing himself so bloody in the video, Xiao kept asking: "Why did I change so much after eating the alcoholic chocolate? It's like I have a split personality."

The little ladder fanned the pages of the book, slowly revealing the words: "Yes, it's a split personality. After traveling through so many worlds and encountering so many things, there will be more or less symptoms."

Xiao Yi carefully observed his sword gestures, and it reminded him of another video that had later surfaced in his memory. In that video, he was holding a steak knife, and the way he held it resembled the way he used to hold a scalpel in a certain world. That dark journey through time was a deep-seated abscess in his heart.

Didn't you expect it to be this serious? Serious enough that even a single drink would unleash this demon.

"Is there any solution for the small ladder?"

"Yes, just throw that memory out."

"After throwing it out, this personality won't come out after drinking alcohol?"

"It will come out again, but it will be like a newborn baby."

"Is that so..." It's just treating the symptoms but not the root cause. This system is truly rubbish. Besides showing dramas and issuing tasks, it can't do anything else.

Consider whether to throw that memory away.

After all, each personality has its pros and cons. For example, during the final showdown, he's tired. So, he could unleash another personality and have him take action, so his own personality can get the message. It would be even better if he could solve the issue of him wanting to paint people's necks.

The downside is, if he were to stumble into something unfamiliar in another dangerous world, and the alcohol were to blame, then this personality would appear, looking dazed and foolish. It wouldn't matter if he were killed, at worst, he could just start over in another world. But what if he were sold, or if this secret were to become known to others? And if he were to be drunk every day just to unleash this clueless personality to do something bad, what would happen?

Sky's tense mind finally relaxed after nearby personnel arrived and took control of the situation.

"Who instructed you to carry out the assassination?" a voice came from behind the crowd.

After making way to see who was coming, Sky immediately stepped forward and asked, "Auntie, why are you here?"

"Of course I have to come. I'm his mother after all. How can I hide behind him when he's in danger?" Sky carefully protected Xiao's mother, who was a little pregnant. Someone with good sense immediately brought a chair and asked her to sit down.

Even sitting on an ordinary chair, her temperament remained unchanged: "Tell me, who sent you here?"

"If you want to kill, kill."

"You have good bones. Satisfy them."

The man was immediately dragged away. Xiao's mother turned her gaze to the remaining four people: "What about you? Confess or do you do the same as him?"

The gunshots outside involuntarily drew the remaining four people's gazes toward the door. Even though they couldn't see the torture being carried out, they subconsciously looked in that direction. When the questioning began again, the remaining four looked at each other, unwilling to be the first to speak out.

"Why don't you choose? It doesn't matter. If you don't choose, I'll choose for you." He looked among the four of them and finally chose the smaller one: "You, the smaller one. Do you choose to speak or die?"

The man whose name was called looked around at his companions, realizing he was the smallest of them all. Knowing he'd been chosen, he tugged at his trousers at the knees, a tornado of emotions. He wanted to save his life, but he also didn't want to be the first to be called out.

He knew he couldn't be the first to speak out while the others were still alive, or he would surely be punished. His biggest concern was the man outside, monitoring their movements. He didn't know if he'd truly retreated, or if he was watching every move in the house. He only knew that if he spoke out, even if he survived, he would face repeated assassinations. After all, the fate of a traitor was only one: death.

Xiao's mother didn't care what he was thinking. She estimated the time and waved her hand and said, "Since he doesn't want to talk about it, then go and keep him company." Just like that, the man was pulled out.