Age: My Small World

"So that's it!"

The man remained calm, as if being exposed didn't matter.

"You're very different."

He stared at Yang Jun and slowly began to speak.

"The people in the office all do almost the same things, except for you. Maybe you're not one of the people in the office?"

"I let you down."

Yang Jun shook his head.

Strictly speaking, it doesn't matter whether he counts or not.

"So you're also from the office?"

The man shook his head.

"I advise you to leave as soon as possible; that place is not a good place."

Yang Jun scoffed: "Do you think it's good to come here and kill people like this?"

The office may have its ruthless aspects in handling cases, but most of the time it acts with a clear conscience, at least that's how Yang Jun sees it.

"Hehe, I have no choice."

The man sighed.

"Who would want to kill someone? It's just that they have no other choice."

"Alright, I'm not going to argue with you anymore. Just surrender and maybe you'll have a chance to correct your mistakes."

"Of course you're a three-year-old child?" The man laughed upon hearing this.

"I've killed so many people, even their most important researcher. Do you think you'll let me go?"

Yang Jun raised an eyebrow, only then realizing that the first person this guy killed was actually a researcher. No wonder Zhu Yong had to send him out. If this guy were allowed to remain hidden, this base would probably be quite dangerous and would become a forbidden place for those experts.

"Don't be silly. If you let me go obediently, then we can consider not hurting other people."

Although the two spoke at a leisurely pace, they were not close enough that Yang Jun could not subdue the guy immediately.

Further out, there are other people; taking action now could easily result in friendly fire.

The main problem was that the guy on the other side had already pulled out his weapon—a homemade blowgun.

It's probably like the kind of blow needles in martial arts dramas; as long as you exhale gently, the poison needles inside will shoot out.

The key issue is that the poison needle is coated with potassium cyanide. Without a specific antidote, one cannot withstand it for long and will die immediately. Yang Jun felt that even spiritual water might not be able to suppress this type of toxin, so he dared not act rashly.

He would feel uneasy if that person shot a poisoned needle that injured someone, because it could very well mean the loss of a life.

"What exactly do you want? Why don't we talk?"

"Talk? I think you're just trying to stall for time."

That person could easily see through his thoughts.

Yang Jun helplessly shrugged: "Isn't it obvious? You can't stop people from leaving. Everyone can see you're a bad guy."

"If anyone around me dares to leave, I'll fire a poison needle right away."

Seeing this, the man quickly threatened him, saying that if everyone in front of him left, he would lose face completely.

"Hehe, too late."

The reason Yang Jun wasted so much time talking to him was that he was waiting for the people around him to retreat.

In the blink of an eye, only five or six people remained beside the two.

The man did not attack others rashly because he was wary of the pistol in Yang Jun's hand.

Yes, he was carrying a gun, of course. If he had a gun and didn't use it, wouldn't it be a waste to have learned marksmanship from Old Master Li?

Seeing that the people around him were about to leave completely, and that he would have no hostages to threaten the people in front of him, the man naturally became anxious.

But with only five or six people left, and Yang Jun having unknowingly closed the distance between them considerably, he felt he could try out another ability. As soon as he finished speaking, the gun in his hand instantly sprang to life.

"Bang!" The gunshot was deafening.

At the same time, the man exhaled and flung the poisoned needle toward a rather heavy middle-aged woman.

The fact that she can eat like this shows that this woman must secretly eat a lot on a regular basis.

But that's not a reason to take her life.

In an instant, Yang Jun's entire attention was focused on the flying needles that the man had spat out.

The moment the flying needle touched his mental energy, it couldn't help but tremble.

Just as the flying needle was about to reach the old lady, it suddenly stopped and then fell to the ground.

Yang Jun looked at the fallen figure opposite him and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"so close."

He wiped the sweat from his brow; heaven knows he was actually able to control other people's weapons.

He discovered this ability by chance, probably during the last mental energy mutation. As his small world grew, his mental energy also became more diverse.

And a plum blossom had already appeared on that person's chest.

His eyes were already somewhat unfocused, his hand holding the blowpipe fell limply, and then he slowly sat down against the corner of the wall.

"Phew~ You won, but I won too, because there's someone else who will die with me."

As he spoke, blood foam appeared at the corner of his mouth, as if fragments of his internal organs were also being expelled.

The gun Yang Jun used was quite powerful; it probably not only caused a penetrating wound but also shattered his internal organs.

"Do you want to take a closer look? Did you actually hit anyone?"

Yang Jun's words made his eyes widen. The old lady scratched her head in confusion, but didn't seem to feel any discomfort.

The man finally managed to cough up a mouthful of blood, then stared wide-eyed and died. Before he died, he had too many questions: How could that woman be alright? Why?
Carrying all the regrets and pain, that person eventually died.

"Thank goodness, it was a false alarm."

Sun Buyong and Wei Ye finally came over.

"Although this person is dead, we still can't be sure if he had any accomplices, so we need to continue to stay here and complete the previous work more meticulously."

Finally, it was Qi Changyu who arrived late.

When he saw the dead figure, his eyes widened in disbelief.

"Xiao Song, it's you? How could it be you?"

His expression was somewhat pained, and even somewhat incredulous.

Unfortunately, faced with the facts, he had no choice but to believe them.

Yang Jun and Sun didn't need to exchange a glance to know that this Xiao Song was probably someone of considerable importance.

A little while later, in Qi Changyu's simple office.

At this moment, only Yang Jun and two others, along with Qi Changyu, remained in the office.

"Gentlemen, I really didn't expect that my old friend's son would be an enemy. It's really unacceptable."

He shook his head, his expression still showing some pain.

Yang Jun tentatively asked, "Your friend's son seems to be quite something, hasn't he? He went to university?"

Qi Changyu nodded: "Not only did he attend university, but he also went abroad to take classes."

"When you said last time that potassium cyanide was a foreign poison, I roughly guessed it was him, but I didn't quite believe it. After all, Xiao Song is always cheerful and can chat with anyone. It's no exaggeration to say that he is the ray of sunshine in our base."

"More importantly, Xiao Song is getting married soon, how could he..." (End of Chapter)