The protagonist chased the villain, and Tiandao screamed in anger

"Do I need to be put in detention, sir?"

He hit her a little too hard and failed to control his strength, causing accidental injury to the other person. You Mu felt a little guilty.

According to this person's temperament, he should be very angry. What punishment should be given this time? How long will he be in solitary confinement?

Hopefully it won't be too long, as he doesn't have much time left.

Although accepting the punishment might delay the deadline for finding Orr, by killing the one who stood out, it should be much easier for him here in the future.

After all, these prisoners were not easy to deal with, and as a blind man, he was too vulnerable to unwarranted targeting and abuse.

The law of the jungle has always been the law of survival for mankind.

You Mu was being held and couldn't tell the direction. He only knew that the aisle was long and narrow, and the man's arms were holding him so tightly that it hurt a little.

The other person walked steadily and slowly, and the rhythm of his walking sounded strangely familiar.

"Yes." The man uttered only one word, being frugal with his words.

"…But this doesn't seem to be the way to the confinement room." It felt like the direction was wrong.

He had been to the detention room, but the location he was in last time was not this one, and the echo from his footsteps was also wrong.

"This is not your business."

A little fierce, as if reprimanding him for his violation. If, he was not held horizontally.

You Mu did not struggle, he was very familiar with this embrace. He felt that he should know the other person.

In fact, that first time in the interrogation room, apart from the unpleasantness of being forced to undress, he also felt that the other party's voice was very familiar.

...About the person in the previous memory? What kind of relationship does he have with him?

It sounds like the relationship isn't too good.

You Mu tried to ask: "Sir..."

"Don't call me sir, I'm not your sir."

This "superior" seemed to have angered the other party again, and You Mu's shoulders were tightened. The man scolded him harshly for such a negligible title.

This title was indeed blurted out by You Mu without thinking, in a familiar tone.

After several times in a row, You Mu, who had already gotten used to the man's mood swings, knew that she had to bow her head when she was "under the eaves".

Since the other party doesn't like it, he can change it.

"……grown ups?"

There was no response and the other party remained silent.

You Mu continued: "Do I know you?"

There was another moment of dead silence.

"...What do you think?" the man asked back with a sneer.

"I don't remember..." You Mu couldn't be sure, he had lost too much memory.

"But you still remember a completely unrelated person." The man said in a deep voice, as if mocking.

"So, I know you? Or rather, has the Lord recognized me?" You Mu insisted.

"..."

He didn't get an answer, the man stopped talking and continued walking.

The echo of footsteps in the corridor stretched out the time. After dealing with the troublemaker, You Mu felt a little tired. Listening to the steady breathing beside his ears, his head slowly fell to one side and landed on the man's shoulder, and he fell asleep.

Walking through the corridor of Aswell's area and going up, you will reach the private residence of the warden.

The man put the young man, whose body was covered in blood, on the sofa for the time being, then got up and went to the bathroom upstairs to run water and control the temperature.

The communication on his wrist rang. He turned his head to look, wiped the water on his hands, walked a few steps outside and clicked it.

"You should have seen him a few days ago."

In the picture, a middle-aged man is sitting in a chair, adjusting the tie on his military shirt with a serious expression.

"The airship that was responsible for escorting these prisoners was hit. Did you cause it? Did you change the information and replace it? Didn't I tell you that you have nothing to do with my business? Who asked you to interfere? "

The man also had an ugly look on his face and was arguing with the person opposite him.

It seems that You Mu's blindness and amnesia are not accidental, but should be the sequelae of the airship explosion.

Many other prisoners on the airship were killed or injured at that time, so the number of prisoners who arrived at Aswell was very small after they switched to land transportation.

"I'm your father, who do I need permission to do? I don't care? Are you going to be so decadent? Do you still want the state district, and do you still want the soldiers under your command?"

"I gave you a three-year grace period, but it's not enough. How long do you want to stay in a dirty and messy place like Aswell?"

"Now I have to put on this fake face when facing your father?"

The middle-aged man looked at the person on the other end of the line, furious. He slammed the cup in his hand to the left, causing water to splash everywhere.

Pursing his lips, the man raised his hand to remove the micro-device behind his ear, removing the concealment. His appearance changed and returned to the face familiar to the citizens of the Federation.

"I told you not to touch him!"

Throwing the small thing in his hand to the bedside, the man obediently took off his disguise, his brows furrowed, but he was dissatisfied with his father's unauthorized assertion.

"He's a traitor! He betrayed you and deserved death! I can't do anything to him? Wait for you to be deceived and backstabbed again? Then hide in the corner and wipe away your tears secretly like a little girl?"

"You've been procrastinating in the military academy for five years and still haven't managed to take down anyone. You've been stabbed in the back and yet you've made excuses for the other party. You just stepped into a trap. Are you going to fall into it just like that?"

"You can't even get over this. There has never been a coward like you in our Huo family!"

The middle-aged man opposite spoke in a tough and sarcastic tone, which hit the man's heart. Seeing the man avoid his gaze and turn his head away, he softened his tone and persuaded:

"Kamos's reputation is growing. The 13 states need you."

"The Huo family doesn't accept betrayers, you should understand. I sent him to you because I wanted you to get rid of your worries. He's just a good-looking man, you don't want much, why bother with this.

"Even though you have been together for a long time, don't forget that if you don't make up your mind, you will suffer the consequences. You have been delaying this for three years. How long do you want to delay it? Ten years, twenty years? A lifetime?"

"Kill him, end this, and then get back here as soon as possible. You can't stay missing forever!"

The communication was unilaterally cut off and the picture disappeared, without giving the man a chance to refute.

As soon as the communication ended, cross-regional audio messages popped up on the wristband one after another.

"Colonel, after winning two battles, Kamos has been busy maintaining his reputation. Recently, he is preparing for a live broadcast tour..."

"The other side doesn't seem to be trying to rescue Lieutenant You..."

"Colonel, when will you...come back?"

Messages from his subordinates popped up automatically one by one, and the man stood by the window in silence.

He lowered his head and stared at the communicator on his wrist, frowned, tore it off, dismantled it, and then threw it hard to a corner of the room.

After going downstairs, the man stared at the person sleeping on the sofa in the dim stairwell.

He slowed down his pace, walked down the steps and approached.

He stretched out his cool fingertips to wipe away the blood on the other person's eyelids, and then wiped the blood down along the cheek to the seemingly fragile neck.

The man's eyes were hidden in the darkness, so low that no light could be seen.

He lowered his head and covered it with his knuckles, trying to tighten it, but he felt the blood vessels wrapped under the skin, the warm and flowing blood...

The joints were turning white from the force applied, but the hands pressing down were unable to exert any pressure.

He couldn't do it, even though he knew that the other party was a hateful traitor and that he had been betrayed by this person before and even joined the enemy. He still couldn't bring himself to do it.

In the dark room, the subordinate groaned uncomfortably, startling the man so much that he suddenly let go of his hand.

The raised hand fell to his side and gradually clenched. The man looked down at the sleeping person with an unpredictable expression.

Finally, he leaned over, picked the person up again, and walked upstairs.

The blood stains on your body must always be washed clean.