Pretend to be crazy

Warren strode straight to the bed, grabbed Falson by the collar, and landed punch after punch on his face.

Falson was beaten until his nose bled profusely, yet he kept grinning, seemingly oblivious to the pain. “Why are you here so soon? What, are you anxious because you can’t get Mommy’s milk?”

Warren’s eyes were cold. “Who allowed you to touch him?”

“Do I need permission? No way, Warren. Do you really think Mommy is your wife? Do you really think Mommy belongs to you? Fake, fake, fake. Mommy lied to you, lied to you, lied—”

Provoked, Warren’s eyes turned red. He grabbed Falson’s head and slammed it toward the wall. Shen Yan frowned and reacted swiftly, wedging his hand between the wall and Falson’s head.

With a dull thud, Warren still had some sense left, so he held back a little. But for an ordinary person, that impact was enough to crack their skull open.

Warren, momentarily stunned, released Falson and coldly stared at Shen Yan. “What, you’ve actually developed feelings for him after letting him have a taste? Can’t bear for me to kill him?”

“Yeah.” Shen Yan’s right hand, numb and trembling from the impact, relaxed and clenched repeatedly. He suddenly let out a soft laugh. “Don’t die in front of me. If you want to fight, take it outside.”

Such an indifferent remark cooled Warren’s anger a little. He turned to Falson and said, “See? He doesn’t care about you at all.”

Falson continued grinning, even though half of his face had been beaten off. Beneath the torn flesh, intricate mechanical bones struggled to function. His mouth was full of blood, yet he still managed to retort, “Like he cares about you any more than he does about me.”

Shen Yan ignored the two about to start another fight. He opened the wardrobe, looking for clothes while contemplating.

Warren wasn’t someone who could tolerate things. The moment Falson’s lips touched him, Warren should’ve burst in here, smashing through doors and walls alike to get to him.

But Falson had barely touched him for a minute. Based on Shen Yan’s exploration of the villa earlier, it took about a minute for Warren to get from the basement to this room at full speed.

He had checked every visible room on the basement floor, but he hadn’t looked carefully for hidden chambers in this strange house layout.

That meant Blaze had likely been locked inside since the morning, watching him the entire time.

He pulled on a loose black sweater, tugging at the wrinkles in the fabric. It was torn. His skin was still swollen. Right now, applying a bandage would be uncomfortable. It felt unbearable.

Thankfully, Warren had arrived quickly. Given the way Falson was sucking on him, he genuinely feared what else he might’ve tried if given more time.

After ensuring his appearance was presentable, he turned to face Blaze.

Blaze approached unhurriedly, stopping two steps away.

Falson slumped against the wall on the floor, watching weakly.

Warren stood beside him, clenching his fists, eyes locked on Blaze, ready to pummel him at the slightest provocation.

But Blaze was careful. He didn’t give Warren the chance. He stopped at a reasonable distance, reached out, and touched the fabric over Shen Yan’s chest, the place where it bulged slightly. With a mocking smile, he sneered, “How generous.”

“Shen Yan, maybe I shouldn’t have been your friend.”

Shen Yan sighed inwardly and brushed Blaze’s hand away before walking toward the window.

Falson crawled to his feet, clinging to his leg and gripping his pants tightly.

The other two remained silent, waiting for his response.

Shen Yan, caught in the suffocating atmosphere, finally came to a realization.

His entanglement with these three was a mess. If Ruan Zhixian wanted him to become part of the team, the most critical thing was to resolve the conflicts between him and the others.

Originally, the three had different goals, and their mutual disdain within the team stemmed from clashing personalities rather than direct opposition. But now, with him here, their objectives aligned—they had something to fight over.

This was a variable that could disrupt his plans. Logically, he should eliminate it.

But he was Ruan Zhixian’s target. Until he lost interest in him, he couldn’t let go, nor could he afford to be seen forming close ties with anyone in the team.

Rather than waiting for the events he had planned to unfold, only to have these complications arise at the worst moment, it was better to cut through the chaos now and settle things in one go.

Let them hate him. Let them turn him into a pathetic figure clinging to Ruan Zhixian for survival, dependent on his protection.

Seven days.

Now it was the early morning of the third day.

Ruan Zhixian definitely had more cards up his sleeve.

In this battlefield of love and hate, Ruan Zhixian never intended for him to win.

Shen Yan gazed out the window.

A black car sat outside the villa. He had no idea how long it had been parked there.

A familiar figure stepped out, leaning casually against the vehicle, and waved at him.

Their fingers tapped a few times on a terminal. A vibration came from the device on Shen Yan’s wrist.

He checked the anonymous message.

【There is no penalty for this game.】

【Are you going to surrender?】

【Bro (smirk)】