The Devil Is Ten-Foot Tall

"Oh?"

Meng Chao stared at him. "You just said that you didn't know."

"I-I haven't seen their true faces, but I can roughly guess their identities."

Shen Yulin explained, "I have a list of my suspects. The accuracy may not be 100%, but there must be someone from the Blood Alliance. There must be!"

"Guess?"

Meng Chao asked, "How?"

"Ever since I was coerced by the Blood Alliance and branded with the Cross Eye Mark on my neck, I've always been angry and worried. These two emotions clashed back and forth. The feeling of being treated like a puppet and a fish, being manipulated by others, is really uncomfortable."

Shen Yulin said, "I'm thinking that even if I do join the Blood Alliance, I can't be the lowest level chess piece. If I end up in that position, I might be consumed at any moment.

"I have to grasp some chips that will allow me to climb higher and higher.