I Use Illusions To Control The Whole World Chapter 13
Nan mo is the true fourth trial
“Wanna play a game?” Su Mu suddenly looked at Nan Mo and asked.
Nan Mo instinctively felt a wave of fear. She knew nothing good ever came from Su Mu’s mouth.
“What kind of game?” Nan Mo took a deep breath and tried to appear calm.
“A simple game of two choices. Who do you think will win—me capturing Yang Dongqing, or Yang Dongqing tearing me apart?”
Nan Mo fell silent. She couldn’t understand how this man could treat his own life like it was part of some twisted game.
“I don’t know. And I don’t want to choose.”
“No, you do want to.” Su Mu gently tapped his fingers on the table. The steady rhythm of knuckle against rosewood echoed through the room.
“I’ll allow you to leave right now. You can go tell Yang Dongqing that there’s poison gas on the fourth floor.”
Would someone who didn’t even value his own life care about someone else’s?
She didn’t want Yang Dongqing to die because of her.
This was a test. He was testing me!
Nan Mo quickly composed herself and forced a calm response: “Even if I tell him, it won’t help. Once he sees I’m unharmed and freely walking around inside the Viper Gang’s base, he’ll definitely suspect something. Then, in a rage, he’ll probably kill me.”
Su Mu smiled. “Not necessarily. You could just make something up. Say your brother was threatened by the Viper Gang, and you had a change of heart. You risked your life to escape and warn him that the fourth floor is filled with poison gas. Tell him not to go in. Then squeeze out a few tears, give a heartfelt apology, and finish with a passionate hug and kiss. After that… what do you think he’ll do?”
Nan Mo didn’t speak. A chill seeped into her bones.
This man… he’s playing with me. He sees both me and Yang Dongqing as toys, manipulating us at will!
Su Mu continued, “Of course Yang Dongqing would forgive you.”
“Well then, he’ll be on the fourth floor soon. Time to choose. Stay with me, or go to him?”
At this point, Nan Mo could no longer remain silent. Her eyes still held fear, but that stubborn streak of hers refused to disappear.
She looked Su Mu straight in the eyes, even though those eyes were hidden behind tea-colored glasses.
“What is it that you really want?”
Su Mu seemed surprised. “Is it that hard to understand? I’m giving you a chance to live. If I lose, and he shows up to find us sitting together, enjoying steak and wine by candlelight… by then, even if you apologize, it’ll be too late. He’ll kill you without hesitation.”
“Of course, if I win, you go home safely, and your brother gets to be the factory manager at Chengxin Machinery.”
“If you go to Yang Dongqing and I lose, then you two ride off into the sunset together. If I win, everyone still wins. After all, I’m not a bad guy—I just want to ask Yang Dongqing a few questions. You go home, your brother becomes the factory manager, all’s well.”
“So the choice is yours now. What will you do?”
Su Mu rested his chin on his crossed hands and watched Nan Mo with interest.
Anyone with half a brain could see which option was safer. But Nan Mo felt uneasy—she just couldn’t shake her suspicions.
“What are you scheming?”
Su Mu shrugged. “Miss Jasmine, you really misunderstand me. Since our cooperation began, have I ever hurt you or your family? Haven’t my payments been generous enough?”
“They have… but…”
“All right, there’s no time left.” On the screen, Yang Dongqing was already heading to the fourth floor.
Nan Mo panicked. She stood up, glanced at Su Mu with complex emotions, and turned to leave.
Just as her hand touched the doorknob—
“Wait.”
Su Mu called out to her. Nan Mo turned back, eyes flaring with anger. She knew it. She knew this man wouldn’t let her leave. The Viper Gang couldn’t stop Yang Dongqing with brute force—only the poison gas might work. How could he let her ruin that?
“You’re playing—”
“Our meeting must be fate. Let’s toast to it as a farewell gift,” Su Mu interrupted with a smile, raising his wine glass and politely handing her the one before her.
Nan Mo took the glass, gave Su Mu a long, deep look, then downed it in one gulp.
A faint lip print was left on the edge of the glass.
“I wish you success.”
Bang.
The heavy door closed behind her. Nan Mo was gone.
Su Mu smiled even more and finished the rest of his wine in a single sip.
“Chief, you’re really going to let her go warn him? Isn’t that too risky? What if—” From the corner of the room, Zhao Chaoyao, who had been standing like a statue, suddenly stepped forward with concern on his face.
Su Mu frowned, displeased by the interruption. “Are you trying to tell me how to do my job?”
Zhao Chaoyao’s face turned pale. He immediately dropped to one knee. “I wouldn’t dare!”
Su Mu sighed and shook his head. “Fool. Tell me something. Do you really think the poison gas on the fourth floor can stop a Transcendent?”
“I think… it should work?” Zhao Chaoyao hesitated. “After all, Transcendents are still human. They need to breathe. That special gas could take down an elephant.”
“Oh? You know humans need to breathe? Then tell me—how long can you hold your breath?”
Zhao Chaoyao scratched his head. “A minute?”
“And how long do you think Yang Dongqing can hold his?”
“Probably longer than me. At least two minutes… since he’s a Transcendent.”
“Then do you understand?”
Zhao Chaoyao looked even more confused. “Understand what?”
Su Mu was speechless. He should’ve kept someone more competent from the higher-ups of the Viper Gang. At least they weren’t all muscle and no brain.
“The fourth floor isn’t that big. If Yang Dongqing runs at full speed, he can cross it in twenty seconds. Even if I added a metal gate to slow him down, with his steel body, he’d smash through it in a minute and forty seconds. Now do you understand?”
Zhao Chaoyao finally got it. His face changed dramatically. He stood up and reached out to help Su Mu.
“What are you doing?”
“Chief, if even the fourth trial won’t stop him, then we should leave immediately. My death doesn’t matter, but you absolutely must survive!”
Bang!
Su Mu couldn’t help but knock Zhao Chaoyao on the head with his serpent-patterned cane.
“Get lost. Why do you think I let Nan Mo go?”
Zhao Chaoyao blinked. “Why?”
“Obviously because… ah, forget it.” Su Mu sighed. “You wouldn’t understand even if I explained it to you. Just remember this—Nan Mo… is the real fourth trial.”
