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“Oh. That’s too bad,” Zhang Heng said.

“Yes. You know my current situation. This marriage is very important to me,” Xu Qian nodded.

“No. You misunderstood what I meant,” Zhang Heng said. “What I mean is if someone captures me and reads my memory, you might have to change your boyfriend.”

“What do you… mean?” Xu Qian could not understand what Zhang Heng had just told her.

“I killed about 30 people at the lowest level just now,” Zhang Heng said indifferently. “According to you; you have to bear at least a third of the responsibility for the losses I caused after I lose control. But you don’t have to worry too much about it for the time being. Since you lived at the first level before, you must have heard of Mr. G’s name. His men will help me deal with the aftermath. To make that happen, I have to make sure that no one can capture me and read my memory.”

“What?! You just killed more than 30 people?!” A chill rushed up Xu Qian’s spine, and she started to shiver as if she was drenched in a basin of ice water, “This… This is impossible. Are you trying to scare me and prevent me from reporting your anomaly?”

Zhang Heng did not reply to Xu Qian. Instead, he emailed Miss F in front of her, asking to send him some photos of the aftermath.

It sounded like a weird request, but Miss F did not ask any questions.

Half a minute later, Zhang Heng received ten photos of the dead bodies. Other than that, there was also a short video. The person that recorded this video clip stood at a good distance. Hence, the video quality wasn’t that good. But one could see that the person in the middle was Zhang Heng with two blades. He killed a mohawk guy while being attack by three or four people.

From the video clip, Zhang Heng slit the mohawk guy’s throat. The victim attempted to use his hand to stop the blood from gushing out. Unfortunately, his blood still poured out from the gap between his fingers. Xu Qian watched half of the clip, and she started to cover her mouth. Immediately, Zhang Heng passed the trash can to her with his feet.

Xu Qian then vomited in the trash can.

At the same time, she started to cry, not knowing whether she felt sorry for the people who died in the videos and photos or was she crying for her precarious marriage.

Xu Qian cried for about ten minutes, before gradually stopping her sobbing. She wiped her tears and said to Zhang Heng, “I have never done anything bad to you, nor have I treated you harshly because you are a clone. Why do you treat me like this?!”

“I didn’t expect to involve you in this matter,” Zhang Heng said. “The good news is, the matter hasn’t been discovered so far, which is why I said we need to talk about it.”