"So now, you have no face, and you don't dare to see Tilan, because you're a failed father, a man who betrayed his wife." His words made the man opposite tremble at the wrist, but in the end, he let it go.

A cigarette was lit in this cramped room, slowly releasing swirling smoke.

"You're right, I've failed, and I've done many irreparable things." He braced both elbows on his knees, his head hanging towards the ground.

"Ha." Prince inexplicably laughed, then walked over with a cold gaze and directly lifted the man up.

"Ha ha, hahahahahahahaha!" The unchecked laughter was flamboyant and crazy, exceptionally harsh in this small room.

"Fool! Coward! You think a worthless man like you wants me to do things for you!" His eyes and face were close, almost yelling in the other's ear.

"How ridiculous, do you think what you're doing now is redemption, is it to save all of humanity? Don't be so naive!"

"No one wants you to do such things, you're moved only by yourself, in the end, you're still running away! I think your daughter is much stronger than you, at least she's much more mature and decisive now."

"If you have any conscience left, you should find a shoelace and hang yourself in the toilet, end this laughable life, so everyone's impression of you stops in the past!" Prince mercilessly continued to speak, attacking the man's will that was on the verge of breaking.

"Don't worry, I'll take care of your body, and flush your ashes down the sewer, then tell Tilan that her father died in a great adventure, leaving that child with a comforting impression to resolve her regret."

"How's that? Is this idea good?" He dropped the man he was holding.

"If you think it's good, crawl into the toilet and don't bother others." He sat back on the sofa, coldly watching the despondent figure on the ground.

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The room was silent for a long time.

The man on the ground slowly pushed himself up, looking at the door, taking slow, staggering steps forward. When his hand grasped the doorknob, the cold metal made him stop.

Another long silence.

"I can't die yet." He said this and let go of the hand holding the knob.

"I need to find out all the truths and see it through to the end." The expression on his face changed, from initial despondency to gloom, and from gloom to clarity.

"Morality is not a cure, someone has to take responsibility for things, if it's my mistake, then let me make amends."

"Can you really make amends?" Prince's cold voice still came from not far away.

"Whether I can make amends or not is not for you to judge." The man turned around, his fingers twirling like a phantom, a gun of brown and silver appeared, the muzzle directly aimed at Prince sitting on the sofa, with the bright red aiming dot on the center of his forehead.

Two seconds later, the man smiled, withdrew his finger from the trigger, and the gun flew in a parabolic arc towards Prince, who caught it.

"Keep it, if you truly think I'm useless one day, use this to finish me off, and don't bother saying nonsense."

"Ha, still the same old show-off tactic, I always thought this trick of yours was too good at fooling young girls." Prince accepted the gun, tucking it into a belt behind his waist.

"At least you have some dignity left." He stood up, patted the other, then opened the door and walked out.

"Time for work, our 'Chef' Mr. Adam Emi."