Generally speaking, from snakes, bugs, rats, and ants to tigers, leopards, and wolves, there are very few creatures not afraid of fire. Some professional expedition teams scatter campfire ashes around the perimeter of their camps in the wild to fend off nighttime attacks by wild animals.

But right now, a swarm of wasps was fiercely chasing Xiao Feng, undeterred by fire, becoming even more frenzied after some of their companions were burned to death.

This fearlessness of fire further indicated that this swarm of wasps was no ordinary group!

"Buzz, buzz, buzz..."

The sound of wasps buzzing was constantly in Xiao Feng's ears, annoying him like a death knell.

In fact, Xiao Feng had other options, such as running all the way to the city, where people would naturally come out to rescue him, but it was hard to ensure there wouldn't be casualties.

Xiao Feng didn't consider himself a great person, but he wasn't cold enough to watch innocent people die without feeling anything.

So, untangling the knot required finding the person who tied it. Finding the mysterious black-clad figure was the correct way to solve the problem because Xiao Feng wasn't sure if the wasp swarm was stinging everyone or just him in his rushed escape.

If they were just stinging him, that would be quite unreasonable!

Running all the way back to the vicinity of the villa, Xiao Feng could see from afar that the black-clad figure was still standing in the sea of flowers, as if knowing he would return.

"Struggle," the black-clad figure removed their leather gloves, gently caressing the rose petals with their scarred hands, speaking slowly, "Even though, in my view, your struggle is meaningless."

Xiao Feng ignored this. In his eyes, if one out of the ten sentences from the black-clad figure was true, it was already something of a miracle, plus their stories were poorly crafted. Simply put, anyone who believed them was a fool.

Afraid the wasps wouldn't notice the black-clad figure, Xiao Feng picked up a shovel from the ground and deliberately ran in a circle around them.

The outcome was that the wasps seemed completely oblivious to the black-clad figure, still chasing Xiao Feng, which was exceedingly unfair!

Are you blind?!

Xiao Feng couldn't help but wonder if it was the color of his clothes; perhaps these wasps couldn't see black?

But that didn't seem right either. The black-clad figure had removed their gloves, yet the wasps were still chasing him.

So, the problem clearly wasn't the color.

Why on earth did these wasps only target him?

At this moment, Xiao Feng suddenly noticed a Christmas Rose behind the black-clad figure, seemingly no different from the others around it, except for the excessively red center of the flower.

Moreover, the soil next to that rose was somewhat moist.

This discovery brought two keywords to Xiao Feng's mind: blood and stigma. These were explicitly mentioned in the black-clad figure's story.

Xiao Feng quickly made a decision, drawing a knife, cutting his finger, and dripping blood onto the stigma of a nearby rose.

The next moment, the wasps that had been tailing him swarmed toward the blood-stained rose, with the first group to arrive hovering in the air instead of continuing to chase Xiao Feng.

"Hmm?" The black-clad figure realized something was amiss, looking at the wasps that had stopped attacking, their body slightly pausing, seeming surprised at how quickly Xiao Feng had found a way to neutralize the threat.

Soon, with the correct method, Xiao Feng successfully rid himself of the wasps, grateful that a single drop of blood was enough to stop nearly a hundred wasps; otherwise, he might have bled out with so many wasps.

After applying some hemostatic powder to his wound, Xiao Feng looked at the black-clad figure: "If your story is true, the ending should be the instructors all getting stung to death by these wasps, right?"

The black-clad figure didn't respond, simply raising their arm, and, astonishingly, the wasps seemed to understand, swarming back into the figure's sleeve.

Xiao Feng continued, "And you, you're not an instructor at all but the former leader of the Devil's Concentration Camp!"

If Gong Kaishan and others heard this, their jaws would probably drop in shock.

The Demon Suppression Action Team, a group formed specifically to fight against the Devil's Concentration Camp, unexpectedly had the former leader of the enemy camp as its head. Such a thing would be unbelievable to outsiders!

After a moment of silence, the black-clad figure implicitly admitted by asking, "Is it because of the tattoo on my arm that you discovered my identity?"

"Exactly!" Xiao Feng nodded.

The black-clad figure sighed, "It seems your relationship with Su Yuzhuo is closer than I imagined. She even told you that."

In fact, Xiao Feng discovered Su Yuzhuo's arm tattoo entirely by accident.

On Su Yuzhuo's arm was a vivid tattoo depicting a droplet hitting the water's surface, creating ripples, something that left a deep impression at first glance.

As for the tattoo on the black-clad figure's arm, Xiao Feng couldn't possibly know, but the position and size were similar, which couldn't just be a coincidence.

At the time, Xiao Feng even suspected that Su Yuzhuo and this black-clad figure before him might have once been a couple.

After all, some young couples nowadays have tattoos in the same position, often couple patterns or meaningful English words or symbols.

But the problem was, Su Yuzhuo wasn't an ordinary person. As the leader of one of the most mysterious organizations, how could she partake in such childish antics?

Excluding all impossibilities, whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth. Since they weren't couple tattoos, they could only be a kind of mark related to Su Yuzhuo's current identity, thus revealing the black-clad figure's identity.

"Can you tell me how far your relationship with Su Yuzhuo has developed?" The black-clad figure put their hand into their hood, touching their chin, adding, "Could it be she's carrying your child because she's clinging to you so much?"

"..." Xiao Feng thought if he were drinking water, he would have spat it all over this character's face. Such wild guesses!

"Use whatever means you have all at once," Xiao Feng said flatly.

The black-clad figure shook their head, "I don't have any more. You should know, if I truly wanted you dead, I could have done so without leaving traces."

Xiao Feng cursed inwardly; such posturing was unbearable, though he said, "You also should realize that if I wanted to expose your identity, I had plenty of opportunities to do so just now."

After speaking, the two people with their own agendas watched one another, understanding without words.

The silence didn't last long; the black-clad figure was the first to act, while Xiao Feng's gaze focused.

He saw the black-clad figure pulling down their hood, revealing their true face...

It was an oval face, with a high nose bridge, and decently-sized eyes. If only its outline was observed, it could be considered delicate.

But the face was marked by countless scars, the longest being seven centimeters, the shortest under a centimeter, creating a particularly terrifying visage under the night sky.

"Did you always think I was a woman?" The black-clad figure brought up this issue willingly, not waiting for Xiao Feng's reply before pulling down their neck covering, revealing their throat.

On the neck, there was clearly an Adam's apple.

For a moment, Xiao Feng felt a bit disoriented. As far as he knew, the Devil's Concentration Camp's leader was referred to as "Big Sister," so how was there suddenly this "Big Brother"?

"Surprised, aren't you?" The black-clad figure grinned, seemingly aware of what Xiao Feng was thinking, but the smile appeared somewhat sinister.

"In fact, during my time at the Devil's Concentration Camp, people also called me 'Big Sister.'" The black-clad figure continued, "Now, I can be completely open with you, and after hearing me out, I believe you'll at least accept that we are in a mutually beneficial relationship."

Things had reached beyond Xiao Feng's expectations. He previously thought he understood the Devil's Concentration Camp, even thinking of himself as the only one awake among the drunken masses.

But now it appeared his understanding was merely the tip of the iceberg; he even had a premonition that this former "Big Sister" might not fully comprehend the organization they once led.

"Go ahead." Xiao Feng sat on the ground, having just run over twenty kilometers without rest and self-bleeding to save himself. Claiming he wasn't tired would be a lie.

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