Ke Xue: Ai-chan and I have an agreement

As night falls, the lights on Tokyo Bay are brilliant.

In a skyscraper that offers a panoramic view of the entire bay area, a figure quietly appears.

This person is Woolf, who has disappeared for a long time.

At this moment, Woolf was leaning quietly against the huge floor-to-ceiling window.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, and stared at the dazzling lights and the sparkling sea outside the window with a deep gaze, as if he was lost in some deep thought.

Just as Woolf was concentrating on his own inner world, a sudden phone call broke the quiet atmosphere and interrupted his meditation.

He slowly reached out his hand, picked up the phone beside him, and answered the call.

However, before he could say a word, a voice that couldn't be more familiar came from the other end of the line.

"Wolf, what on earth do you want to do?!"

The other party's voice was a little hoarse, but the anger contained in it was so obvious that even the distant radio waves could not conceal the burning rage.

Faced with such questioning and angry tones, Woolf seemed unusually calm and composed.

The corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a faint smile: "Haha, I never thought that you, who are always calm and composed, would actually get so angry."

Woolf's voice is low and magnetic, like the sound of two pieces of hard metal rubbing and colliding with each other.

Although there was also a hint of indifference in his tone, it was obviously much more relaxed and cheerful compared to the angry and questioning tone of the person on the other end of the phone.

"Don't talk so much nonsense. What exactly do you want to do? Answer me! Wolfe!" The voice exploded like thunder, with undisguised anger.

However, this anger does not stem from a specific incident that got out of control, but simply because the speaker is dissatisfied with and hates Woolf herself.

Faced with the other party's questioning, the smile on Woolf's face gradually faded, as if blown by a gust of cold wind, disappearing without a trace in an instant.

Instead, there was a heart-pounding and eerie color, as if it was a chill coming from hell, making people shudder.

"Don't be angry, I'm not targeting you. Have you forgotten the agreement we made back then?" Wolfe snorted coldly and asked back with a cold look.

As Wolfe finished speaking, the other end of the phone fell into dead silence.

The entire space seemed to be frozen, with only a heavy and depressing atmosphere spreading.

Woolf was not in a hurry at all. He gave the other party enough time to think and recall, and waited quietly for the other party's answer.

In this way, time passed minute by minute, and after about five or six minutes, a voice finally came from the phone again.

But this time the voice sounded a little hesitant and uncertain.

"Are you...really sure you want to do this? If he dies, my plan will suffer an unprecedented blow! And you should know clearly that I don't have much time left..."

"You know better than me that I won't allow this to happen."

"Even if my opponent is you, I will not show mercy."

After listening carefully, one can clearly feel that the other party's tone has gradually softened. It is no longer as angry and questioning as it was at the beginning, and one can even sense a hint of helplessness in it.

However, despite this, the resolute attitude of opposing Woolf was definitely not a joke.

After hearing this, Wolfe slowly lowered his eyes and looked out the window.

Even though they were far apart at this time, his eyes, as sharp as an eagle's, could still clearly see the brilliant fireworks rising near the coast and the billowing smoke.

Not long ago, that place had just experienced a fierce gunfight of considerable scale.

As for the specific casualties caused by this conflict, Woolf did not know.

At this moment, he stood here quietly, like a bystander, leisurely watching the wonderful drama being played out in front of him.

"Oh, really?" Woolf suddenly burst into a low laugh, as if all this was just a trivial episode. "The tone of your words reminds me of something in the past."

"I still remember when we first met, I think we fought because of our different philosophies."

Woolf suddenly changed the subject, but there was no response from the other end of the phone, as if dead silence.

However, this did not affect Woolf's mood of conversation at all, and he continued to talk incessantly.

"But I have to say that I really admire your courage and your extraordinary imagination." Woolf nodded slightly to express his sincere admiration.

"Looking back over the years, all of us have been wandering in the hustle and bustle of the world, but you have always been steadfast in walking on the road paved by your own beliefs." There was a hint of emotion in his tone.

"So... to be honest, deep down I am more eager than anyone else to see your plan succeed as you wish."

"Because once it is realized, it will become an unprecedented grand blueprint that will shock the world!"

Speaking of this, Woolf's eyes sparkled with excitement.

At this moment, accompanied by the sound of sirens coming from far away, more and more police officers arrived at the scene of the gunfight.

Wolfe slowly withdrew his gaze, turned around, walked towards the sofa in the room, and sat down leisurely.

This wonderful show has come to an end, and he no longer has any interest in watching the subsequent developments.

Sitting upright on the sofa, Wolfe's face was as calm as water. He spoke again calmly, "It's just that you seem to have forgotten one thing. Human beings are fickle creatures... Especially when a person gradually grows old and his sharpness is worn away by the years, the things he thinks about in his mind will suddenly increase."

After a brief pause, he sighed softly and continued, "Even I am not immune to this."

"I have brought you what you urgently need as agreed, but at the same time... I think you should understand that there is no free lunch in the world, and I naturally need corresponding compensation in return."

"Don't try to stop me."

"My life is worth nothing."

A long one-sided narrative mixed with a variety of emotions.

Only the determination didn't make people feel that he was joking.

The tit-for-tat posture between the two of them had already been formed invisibly.

After a long silence, there was finally a reply from the other end of the phone.

"In that case, then give it a try, Wolfe."

"If you wish, I will carve the words 'my best friend' on your tombstone."

The answer was calm yet full of tension, filled with endless murderous intent and a hint of regret.

Woolf was not afraid of this. Instead, his determination brought a smile to his wrinkled face.

"If that's the case, it's not bad."

"Remember to bring me some wine and sunflowers when you get there."

"You know, I have always had a soft spot for these two things."

The conversation between the two was like that between old friends who had not seen each other for a long time. Putting aside the differences in their positions and goals, there was actually a hint of warmth in the context of the conversation.

The other party believed that he would definitely succeed and become the successful person who stepped on Wolfe's body.

Woolf also believed that he would succeed, but he was unwilling to give up his obsession easily.

Perhaps it's just as he said.

When people get older, there are many things to worry about and think about.

So... before the final moment comes, even he still has the qualifications to be willful.

It was like a knight whose castle had been breached.

In front of the king who needed protection, all he had to do was to keep swinging his sword and fighting.

Until death!

"…Good luck, Wolfe."

"the same as you."