I survive by sneaking around like a cat!

Chapter 190 White-haired boy

The people below turned pale in the face. Haha, what kind of god-making plan?

They are too embarrassed to even mention the dirty deeds done under such a high-sounding name, and they are too embarrassed to even hear about it.

The middle-aged man standing on the central platform waited for a moment intentionally, very satisfied with the expressions of the people below, and his eyes began to wander.

Looking at the people below with all kinds of well-hidden vicious and hateful looks, the middle-aged man looked at them one by one with a subtle gaze.

"Everyone, don't be nervous. Although the way we invited you here isn't very friendly, our God-making Project may be your only chance to be reborn. If you miss it, you will definitely regret it!"

The man on the platform spoke eloquently and passionately, full of awe and supreme worship for the opportunity to create a god that he spoke of.

The people around looked at each other in confusion. The middle-aged man on the stage looked like he had neglected exercise and had a big belly. He didn't look like he could withstand a fight.

In principle, their abilities were not restricted, but at this moment, principle was not on their side.

On all sides there were people eager to test them with the truth.

Several researchers standing behind him listened to the man's performance and frowned, as if they disliked him.

Several researchers stared at the screens in their hands and waited for a while, but no instructions were given.

Several researchers coughed.

Suddenly, the middle-aged man in front seemed to realize that he was being too talkative.

After quickly summarizing his endless words, he turned around, bent his waist, nodded and bowed, walked to the back very respectfully, and stood aside.

As if waiting for someone.

The scene fell silent for a while.

The man on the platform suddenly had a dazed look in his eyes for a moment, as if he was receiving some information.

The person who gave them the order was currently on the second floor of the platform.

In the middle of the hollow living room on the second floor, under the dim light, a figure sat.

From the entrance, what catches your eye is the striking white hair and the wheelchair beneath the white hair background.

A researcher stood at the door for a while, and only stepped in after getting the person's permission. If you didn't look carefully, you wouldn't even notice that the person's body was trembling slightly.

Obviously, he was very afraid of the only existence of the Central Committee.

"Hasn't the person been found?" The person who spoke still had his eyes on the group of people under the floor-to-ceiling window, but he didn't seem to be in a good mood.

The researcher who came in was trembling with fear. He had no idea what this person was thinking, but if he didn't answer this question well, how good would his fate be?

"Not yet, but..."

The white-haired figure slowly turned the wheelchair, and the researcher's face turned pale.

"We will intensify our efforts to find you, please, please..."

The moment he fell to his knees, his life ended.

If anyone were here, they would find that the person in charge was actually a teenager, but with rare white hair.

His appearance is somewhat similar to You's.

But she is not as perfect as You. There is a tiny scar at the end of her eye, a flaw in a beautiful jade.

Even with the advancement of modern technology, this trace seems impossible to remove and always accompanies him.

The white-haired boy leaned back in his chair, looked at the corpse on the ground, frowned, and moved his fingertips slightly. In the blink of an eye, the corpse on the ground was swallowed up by something, and not even a remnant was left.

After the thing in the dark finished eating, the white-haired boy waved to the creature, placed the shrunken thing on his legs, and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with a towel bit by bit.

"You're paying less and less attention to hygiene." His tone was accusatory, but his movements were gentle, as if he was just giving a verbal scolding.

The white-haired boy stroked the kitten-like creature with his fingers while casting his gaze on the people gathered under the French windows.

Looking at the people who were arrested today, his expression was unclear.

His eyes just fell on a few masked people and he looked at them twice.

Dai Lingling resisted the urge to look up. He always felt that someone's gaze was on him. Even though it was quickly moved away, he still noticed it keenly.

Even though he knew someone was watching him, he didn't act rashly. This gaze was obviously even more different.

Unlike Mu Yingxue and You, he couldn't understand it, but the sight from above was obviously much easier to distinguish.

This gaze was exactly the same as those people in the previous life who looked down on ants as if they were superior, with contempt for everything.

Dai Lingling suppressed the murderous intent surging in her heart and fixed her gaze on the center of the field.

Amidst the rustling sounds, quite a few people were making small movements, as if they were planning to cause trouble.

There were only about a hundred people at the scene, and each of them seemed to be in a state of unrest.

The person on the high platform finally took action.

In front of the French window on the second floor, a white-haired boy casually threw a silver coin in his hand, and the money rose and fell with it.

At the same time below, several heavily armed men walked into the crowd and without saying a word, took several of them to the lift.

These people who were escorted to the platform were basically the unlucky ones whose silver coins were facing the reverse side.

As the number of positive appearances decreased, the number of people going on stage also gradually decreased.

There are about ten of them.

The white-haired boy's eyes fell on Dai Lingling and he tossed the silver coin into the air.

He didn't even look at the silver coin in his hand, as if he already knew the result, and he didn't move for a long time.

Because he felt that the silver coin in his hand seemed to be cracked.

The white-haired young man suddenly set his sights on Dai Lingling, wanting to see what was so special about him that this inherited silver coin was useless.

The people below were timid and timid, and their height was obviously lower than that of the other people in the circle, and they looked very timid.

It seemed as if any disturbance around him would destroy his fragile heart.

The white-haired boy picked up the broken coins in his hand and looked at them. He couldn't understand why the person the teacher was talking about looked so weak, so weak that he could crush him to death with just a flick of his hand.

The white-haired boy sneered and muttered to himself, "Master, you are old and useless."

"Hahahahaha."

"hahahahahahahaha."