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Chapter 510: Won’t my life scream?!

The boss sped up suddenly, and shot towards the supervisors like an arrow. In the blink of an eye, he left the secretary far behind.

The secretary looked at his boss's quickly disappearing back, his legs went weak and he had to slowly stop.

He clutched his knees tightly with both hands, hunched over, and gasped heavily, with each breath accompanied by a labored sob.

Although he is a genuine S-level psychic, he has been doing clerical work for a long time and has not been on the battlefield for a long time. Compared with those battle-hardened psychics, his physical fitness and combat skills are far behind.

He could only stand there unwillingly, watching his boss' figure quickly shrink into a small dot in his sight until it disappeared.

After a few minutes, the secretary finally recovered.

He stood up, wiped the sweat from his forehead with his hand, and was about to run after his boss when suddenly -

"boom!!!"

A deafening roar suddenly exploded beside me, like a bomb exploding next to my ear.

Immediately afterwards, there was a "pop" sound of flesh being torn.

The secretary's steps suddenly stopped and he stood there in a daze.

His head turned slowly to the right like a machine. Wherever his eyes looked, there was nothing. His right arm was gone, leaving only a few bloody threads of flesh and some bloody rags floating helplessly in the breeze. It was indescribably weird and terrifying.

Seeing this scene, the secretary's mouth opened subconsciously, but his brain was blank, and he seemed to have not yet reacted to what was happening.

However, in just a moment, the pain that was severe enough to make one faint came like a tidal wave.

"what!!!!"

The secretary screamed and fell heavily to one knee on the ground, his left hand madly covering his broken arm tightly. Scalding blood gushed out from between his fingers and quickly gathered into a pool of crimson on the ground, which was shocking to the sight.

Just then, a steady and powerful sound of footsteps came from the front.

The secretary endured the excruciating pain, tears welling up in the corners of his eyes. His face was distorted horribly by agony. He slowly raised his head and saw Gu Yeming standing in front of him, looking down at him.

Gu Yeming's expression was extremely cold, with a hint of coldness flashing in his eyes.

He opened his lips slightly, his voice cold:

"Where's the boss?"

When the secretary heard this, his brain instantly went into a state of shutdown. He just stared at Gu Yeming blankly, as if he could never have expected that he would appear here.

Seeing that the other party was stunned and had no reaction, Gu Yeming frowned slightly and his eyes became colder.

He slowly raised the pistol in his hand, pointed the black muzzle at the secretary's head, and spoke in a low but unquestionable ruthlessness:

"One last time...Where's the boss?"

The secretary remained silent, his eyes fixed on the muzzle of the gun, but his thoughts were like a wild horse that had broken free from its reins, drifting uncontrollably back to twenty years ago.

......

Twenty years ago, in the blue technology plane, in a slightly noisy bar in the Kongmeng Empire.

A man in a blue and purple striped suit walked straight up to Lyle Hocking and sat down without being invited.

The man's gray eyes were somewhat mysterious. He looked Lyle up and down and asked directly, "What's your name?"

Lyle was drinking alone and was somewhat confused by this sudden approach. He looked at the man warily and replied after hesitating for a moment:

"Lyle Hocking."

The man nodded slightly, and then said something that puzzled Lyle: "Well, just follow me from now on."

Lyle looked at the other person with confusion, as if he were a madman.

This person asked for my name right away and then asked me to follow him. What kind of weird request was this?

The man seemed to see Lyle's doubt and disdain, but he just laughed. Inadvertently, his eyes swept across the sapphire necklace hanging on Lyle's neck.

The man raised his lips slightly, revealing a meaningful smile:

"You stole this necklace, didn't you?"

When Lyle heard this, his fingers trembled violently, but the vigilance and disguise he had learned from years of struggling in the lower class made him quickly pretend to be calm. He snorted coldly and said:

"Don't spit blood at me. With what you said, I can report you to the police for slander."

The man was not in a hurry, but leaned back in his chair with a relaxed look, as if everything was under his control:

"Slander? I've been observing you for a long time, Lyle."

"Two days ago, I saw you pry open the door of a wealthy family and steal the necklace."

"Although you are a psychic, your level is only F. You are a little stronger than ordinary people, but it's no big deal."

"You have superpowers, so your ambitions are naturally not small, but do you know what is the most pathetic thing about you?"

The man paused when he spoke, and stared at Lyle with a sharp look that showed he knew everything.

"Your ability doesn't match your ambition, so you can only do these sneaky things."

Lyle's face turned pale in an instant. He looked around in panic, and when he saw that no one was paying attention to this side, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Then, his face turned pale and he asked in a low voice: "What do you want to do? Who are you? Why are you staring at me?"

The man waved his hand slowly, signaling Lyle to calm down, then crossed his legs, crossed his arms, and slowly stated his purpose:

"I want to do something big, but I know that I can't do it alone."

"So I've been recruiting a group of capable men recently, and I've got my eyes on you. Lyle, I can see that you're not willing to live a mediocre life. You want to stand out and become a superior person. And I..."

The man paused for a moment, a gleam of confidence flashing in his eyes:

“We can help you achieve this.”

Lyle's heart was shocked. No one had ever seen through his thoughts so directly and made such a tempting promise.

But years of living in the lower class had made him instinctively alert. He asked suspiciously, "Why should I trust you? What if you are lying to me?"

Hearing this, the man snorted disdainfully:

"Cheat you? I don't even bother to use such despicable means."

"The reason I came to you is because I saw your potential and wanted you to be my assistant. As for why, it's because I'm always very good at judging people."

"Lyle, I've put the opportunity in front of you. It's up to you whether you can seize it or not."

"That's all I have to say. Excuse me."

After saying that, the man stood up without hesitation and strode towards the door.

Lyle stared blankly at the man's departing back, his heart struggling like a raging sea.

Is what this man said true or false?

Could it be that he just wants to make fun of himself?

But looking at him, he doesn't look like he's lying.

Lyle clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white from the force. He stared at the figure's back, a gleam of desire gradually welling up in his eyes.

Yes, he didn't want to live in this muddle-headed way anymore, and didn't want to be stepped on by others all his life.

From the moment he entered this world where the strong prey on the weak, he understood that being honest and doing one's duty would only lead to a mediocre life.

Thinking of this, Lyle gritted his teeth and couldn't help asking himself:

yes....

I don't want to be content with the status quo, I want to be the best!

I also know... that I have high expectations but lack the skills to achieve them. Although I am a person with special abilities, my strength is too poor. At most, I am only slightly stronger than ordinary people.

But can I really just watch myself fall into depravity?

Would it be true that I would not shine like those outstanding figures in history and leave my name in history? ?

Won't my life cry out!?

All kinds of thoughts collided fiercely in his mind, and finally, Lyle gritted his teeth and made a decision.

He stood up suddenly and strode after the man.

Now that he has decided to take this step, he will never regret it.

Even if there is an abyss ahead and you will be crushed to pieces, if you want to climb up, you must have this awareness!

Hearing the footsteps coming from behind him, the corners of the man's mouth slightly raised, revealing a determined smile.

He slowly turned around and looked at Lyle with admiration in his eyes:

"You won't regret your decision today, Lyle."

"I mean what I say. Your future achievements——"

“It will definitely be a hundred times higher than it is now.”