RPAGF Chapter 499 Countless Choices of Belief
Chapter 499 Countless Choices of Belief
"Do you really think you can survive?" The voice was low and hoarse, as if it came from a very far away, with a hint of elusive coldness.
Su Ming's heart skipped a beat, as if cut by an icy blade. His brow furrowed slightly, and countless possibilities instantly surfaced in his mind. The man's words didn't sound like a threat, but rather a profound premonition, as if he had already foreseen their fate.
"Are you here to tell me that we are hopeless?" Su Ming's voice was almost an instinctive reaction, but his eyes did not waver at all, and he continued to stare at the man in the shadow.
The other person was silent for a moment, then finally emerged. The figure slowly emerged from the darkness, and as the light shone through, Su Ming was finally able to see the other person's face clearly. It was a middle-aged man, a helpless smile on his face, but a glint of unfathomable light shone in his eyes. Seeing his gaze, Su Ming's heart suddenly sank—those were eyes that had experienced countless life and death, deep and cold, as if they had seen too many scenes that could no longer be touched.
"Do you know me?" Su Ming asked subconsciously. His voice was calmer than before, but it couldn't hide the doubts in his heart.
The man nodded slightly and spoke slowly: "We once fought side by side, but I guess you don't remember it anymore."
"You..." Su Ming's eyes flashed with surprise, and a chaotic wave of emotions suddenly surged through his heart, fragments of memories flooding back like a tide. Although the fragments of memory were blurry, he knew that this person's face had been deeply imprinted in his mind at some point. A comrade who had once fought side by side? What kind of past had made them so unfamiliar?
"You should know this, Brother Ming." The man finally smiled. "You've always been passive in this game. You thought you and Zheng Yaoxian were on the same side, but your every move has long been controlled by others."
"What do you mean?" Su Ming's heartbeat suddenly accelerated, his mind going blank. Despite his premonition, the feeling of being exposed at this moment still made it difficult for him to breathe. His eyes were fixed on the man, as if he was trying to retrieve some lost truth from him.
"Everything you say makes me feel uneasy." Su Ming's voice was low. "Who are you and why are you here?"
"I used to be your boss." The man sneered, his tone flat. "However, compared to the newbie who knew nothing back then, you are no longer the same Su Ming as before."
Hearing this, Su Ming felt like he'd been punched in the gut. A sharp pain shot through his head, as if everything had been lit up, yet it was too much to bear. His former boss, the man who had given him countless tasks, was standing here, a near-familiar face, speaking these words.
"What do you want to do?" Su Ming's voice turned cold, and he regained his composure. All the fog in his heart suddenly dissipated, replaced by intense anxiety and anger.
The man sighed softly, "You and Yaoxian have always been under their control. No matter how you struggle or try to escape, all of this is ultimately just their chessboard."
"Are you threatening us?" Su Ming's voice remained calm, but the fear and anger in his heart were difficult to conceal.
"A threat?" The man smiled faintly. "No, Brother Ming, this is just the truth. If you don't want Yao to die, listen to me. Let go of everything and go find the treatment he needs."
"Do you know how to save him?" Su Ming's eyes flashed with anticipation, but were quickly suppressed by a wave of vigilance. He knew the man before him was no simple matter, and behind the so-called "treatment," there must be something more complex hidden.
"Treatment?" The man smiled casually. "Do you think this is a simple medical issue? You are wrong, Su Ming. What you really need is a person—and that person can only be me."
Su Ming's heart sank again, and his steps involuntarily stopped. His mind raced, desperately trying to process the information before him. Who was this "he" referring to? And could he truly be the one who could save Zheng Yaoxian?
Su Ming stared at the man before him, a complex mixture of anger and suspicion swirling within him. He was accustomed to being in dangerous situations; remaining calm in the face of unexpected events was instinctive. But at this moment, his heart was stirred involuntarily. The man he once considered his superior had appeared in this dead end, casually discussing secrets he had never known.
"What do you mean by saying Zheng Yaoxian and I have been controlled?" Su Ming's voice was low, but behind it was a suppressed anger. He knew he needed to remain calm at this moment. Any panic could cause him to lose the initiative.
The other man still looked as if he saw through everything, his eyes gleaming with a light completely different from Su Ming's. "You've always been chess pieces," he said flatly. "Do you think all your actions were chosen by you? No, not really. All of this is controlled by an invisible hand. You and Yaoxian are just two pieces on the chessboard."
These words were like a knife, piercing Su Ming's heart. They were once comrades-in-arms, former compatriots. They had endured life and death together, trusting each other. But now, this person was claiming that everything they had done was a scheme, a manipulation. Su Ming's suspicions grew deeper, as every word seemed to rip open the truth he had long sought to hide.
"So you're here to help us?" Su Ming asked coldly, trying to keep his voice calm, but his heart was like a surging ocean wave. Those once-firm beliefs, the choices he had trusted countless times, seemed to crumble completely in this moment. He began to question whether all his judgments were truly correct. Whether it was about the mission or Zheng Yaoxian, was his former confidence just a blind pursuit of a game?
"I came to you to keep you alive." The man raised his head, seemingly checking Su Ming's reaction, but his gaze remained calm. "If you don't believe me, I know what you're going to do next." He spoke calmly, as if this were just a daily conversation.
Su Ming's brow furrowed slightly, his alertness rising again. "Do you know what we're going to do next?" he repeated softly, a hint of subtle suspicion lingering in his voice.