"When did he become one of us? I don't want to deal with this guy anymore, I always feel like… he can bend the trajectory."
The guards' voices grew smaller and more distant.
Wen Xishu was defeated once again.
...
...
Endless Skyscraper, first floor.
"You don't look like someone who…" The receptionist hadn't finished speaking.
But Wen Xishu was already smiling as he said:
"Don't look like someone who likes to use violence or brute force to solve problems, right?"
"Actually, I'm the type who's secretly kinda cute in contrast."
The receptionist was briefly stunned.
Wen Xishu patted the receptionist on the shoulder and entered the elevator with a smile.
This time, he picked up the gun again.
Guns were still very useful.
After dying again, Wen Xishu's memory had clearly recovered a portion. As the déjà vu intensified, he genuinely felt that he had already spent many days in this Skyscraper.
Failed many times.
