"Oh, really?" Chen Gu looked at Wei Jiangqi with interest, "I don't quite believe it, so I want to give it a try."
Wei Jiangqi typed the final sentence in his chat with No. 21: I will be back. Then he closed the chat box, withdrew his hands, picked up a handgun on the table, and aimed it at his brain.
Chen Gu said, "You've prepared sixteen clones in human society, and another six on a desolate, uninhabited planet." Chen Gu spread his hands, "You think you are well-prepared, but No. 21 can easily analyze from the vast data collected via the interstellar net that this time, you're doomed."
Wei Jiangqi sneered, "No. 21 is a despicable Judas; he will eventually face judgment!"
Then, Wei Jiangqi forcefully pulled the trigger—only to find the gun didn't fire! He quickly checked the handgun; Chen Gu remained standing, motionless, with a serene smile, "I never underestimate my opponents."
