128: Chapter 128 A Lament for Humanity (Part Two)

Yaner felt a chill in her heart upon seeing Qin Xiaogan's smile.

That smile was like a cold wind from the abyss of the Nine Underworlds, instantly piercing her soul and making her tremble involuntarily.

"A game?" Her voice trembled, her eyes filled with confusion and wariness.

"I would like to know what this so-called game of yours is like."

Yaner struggled to calm the fear in her heart, speaking with forced composure.

She stared intently at Qin Xiaogan, trying to find a clue in his expression.

Qin Xiaogan pinched his chin, his gaze deep. After a moment of contemplation, he thought for a while and said,

"I will say one sentence, and you must judge whether it is true or false."

"If you judge incorrectly, everyone in this city will die..."

"Conversely, I will spare this place."

Yaner widened her eyes, her face full of disbelief, as if she had witnessed the most absurd thing in the world.

A trace of killing intent flashed in her eyes—a spark struck in an instant—but she quickly suppressed it.

She knew well that the strength of this white-haired pervert was like a towering mountain, something she could never contend with.

She could only delay for time and wait for reinforcements.

Thinking of this,

Yaner bit her lip until it turned slightly pale. "What if I don't play?"

Qin Xiaogan raised an eyebrow, his expression full of disdain, and said indifferently,

"You die... and then I will destroy the city."

His tone was extremely flat, yet it made one feel endless coldness and determination.

Yaner gritted her teeth, as if she were about to bite through her lip. "Fine, I accept!"

Qin Xiaogan smiled again, a smile like the warm sun breaking the ice in spring, yet it carried an unfathomable meaning.

"Very good."

"Then, now..."

"The game begins."

After speaking, Qin Xiaogan slowly stood up, his posture straight yet radiating an aura that made one shudder.

His long, slender finger pointed at a drunken man outside the window, his eyes full of mockery.

"Tell me, will he die in a moment?"

Qin Xiaogan's voice sounded exceptionally clear in the quiet room.

Yaner's heart skipped a beat, as if struck hard by a heavy hammer.

"..."

Her lips were tightly sealed, her gaze locked firmly onto Qin Xiaogan.

Looking at the silent Yaner, Qin Xiaogan's face turned cold, like the frost of midwinter.

"Boring."

Having said that, Qin Xiaogan prepared to slaughter the city.

Just then, a playful voice rang out abruptly.

"For you to treat our Heavenly Judgment Department's little princess this way, you truly deserve to die."

A man dressed in black, tight-fitting attire slowly stepped out from the shadows, his face calm and confident, his gaze fixed sharply on Qin Xiaogan.

Behind the man, several other figures with equally extraordinary presence appeared one after another, each emitting a powerful aura that made one dare not underestimate them.

Qin Xiaogan tilted his head slightly to look at them, his face showing no sign of surprise, as if everything was within his expectations.

The corners of his mouth lifted slightly, outlining a smirk.

"Very good, this makes the game interesting." His voice was as calm as water, yet carried an indescribable confidence.

Looking at the composed Qin Xiaogan, a trace of surprise flashed across Yaner's exquisite face.

"You really are stubborn until the bitter end."

Yaner frowned, speaking with a coquettish pout, her voice tinged with a hint of annoyance.

"Do you know who these people in front of you are?"

"With four Emperor-level powerhouses here, it's a wonder you can still smile."

The man in the black, tight-fitting attire smiled at Yaner: "Rose, there are plenty of idiots who think that becoming an Emperor-level Awakened makes them invincible."

A contemptuous smile hung on the man's face, his eyes revealing disdain for Qin Xiaogan.

"They simply don't understand that the Emperor-level is merely the first step for a powerhouse." The man crossed his arms over his chest, his tone leisurely yet carrying an invisible pressure.

Qin Xiaogan tilted his head, looking at the man in the tight-fitting attire with eyes full of curiosity, looking just like a child filled with questions.

"What is your name?" Qin Xiaogan's voice broke the brief silence.

Before the man could speak, the people behind him could not wait to mock him.

"Does a piece of trash like you deserve to ask for our Minister's name?" The person's face was filled with disdain and contempt, their tone dripping with scorn.

"Bluebird!" the man in the tight-fitting attire shouted, his voice carrying a hint of authority.

The man in the tight-fitting attire apologized to Qin Xiaogan with a face full of regret: "I am the Thunder of the End—Xie Buhui. My subordinate, Bluebird, spoke wrongly just now; I am truly sorry."

His eyes were sincere, and the apology on his face did not seem fake.

"Captain!?" Bluebird widened his eyes, his face full of disbelief.

Xie Buhui waved his hand at Bluebird and said slowly, "He is not trash, but a useless person who possesses power but nothing else..."

"Hahahaha."

The crowd behind him burst into laughter, the sound echoing in the air, filled with mockery and disdain.