403, that devil...

Inside the psychological counseling clinic.

A bundle of paper was stuffed at the hands of the Antique Clock, perfectly jamming them.

And then it eerily began to burn, turning into flying ash.

The hands continued to move.

Du Wei looked down at the crumpled Envelope in his hand, where another piece of paper had appeared.

He had just stuffed that piece of paper into it.

And now, he could feel the Envelope was engulfed in a profound fear.

It was pleading for mercy.

But Du Wei was merciless, "If you ever suggest I kill Matthew, the shadow, the Antique Clock again, I'll be the first to kill you."

This time the Envelope was truly terrified.

After the paper emerged, the text on it was intermittent.

[The Envelope... the Envelope's baseness is insignificant before you.]

Even at this point, it was still capable of such flattery...

Du Wei couldn't be bothered with the Envelope anymore.

After putting it away, he took out his cell phone.

He was now thinking about Ryan.