That night, Xu Wang left the hotel, leaving Feng Guang alone in the room, anxious and uneasy. She sat on the bed clutching the amber pendant tightly, and the longer the time dragged on, the more nervous she became.
Around eleven or midnight, the door opened—not to reveal Xu Wang, but a man she had never seen before. Still, the moment she saw the bodyguards standing behind him, she instantly guessed who he was.
“Miss Xia, good evening. I’m Chen Yu,” the handsome man introduced himself politely and elegantly. When his extended hand wasn’t taken, he didn’t seem the least bit embarrassed. He retracted it with a smile and said warmly to the guarded girl, “Female Omegas are considered valuable assets in the Alliance. How could we let Miss Xia stay in a hotel? I would be honored to invite you to my residence as a guest.”
“Where’s Xu Wang?” Feng Guang asked coldly, not the slightest bit eased by Chen Yu’s polished manners.
“Xu Wang?” Chen Yu looked briefly confused. “If you mean Ye Mo, then yes, I know.”
“Where is he?”
“According to the latest imperial decree, the dangerous fugitive Ye Mo… has been executed on the spot.”
“That’s impossible!” Feng Guang immediately rejected the claim. “There’s no way you could’ve hurt him!”
“I understand your anger and disbelief, Miss Xia. After all, Ye Mo marked you. But he truly is dead. He died in an explosion, right when he came to find me. Not a trace of his body remained.” As he spoke the final sentence, Chen Yu even put on a look of pity, a façade of false compassion that carried a faint resemblance to Xu Wang.
That similarity made sense—after all, the two were connected in more ways than one.
Feng Guang didn’t believe a word. Instead, she let out a quiet laugh. “There’s no way he would fall that easily.”
“It’s true that an ordinary person couldn’t hurt him. But what if it was the one who created him?” Chen Yu said cryptically. “The one who created him would also know exactly what his fatal weakness is.”
“Ye Xiang is already dead…”
“Ye Xiang is dead, yes. But I’m still alive. I suppose it doesn’t matter if I tell you this now—I’m a clone, born in a lab. They extracted Ye Xiang’s DNA from hair samples he preserved long ago. That’s how I came to be,” Chen Yu said, with no trace of emotion in his voice. “I inherited Ye Xiang’s memories, which means I also know exactly how to defeat Ye Mo. From the moment Ye Mo was born, there was a destructive command embedded in his body. All it takes is triggering it within a certain range, and he’ll be completely powerless.”
“No… that’s not right…”
“Oh? And what does Miss Xia think is off?”
Feng Guang forced herself to calm down. She demanded, “If Ye Mo had a destruction command inside him, then why did Ye Xiang end up being killed by him?”
“That’s just proof of how foolish Ye Xiang was.” Chen Yu, though technically Ye Xiang’s clone, showed not the slightest discomfort as he spoke. “To create the perfect lifeform, Ye Xiang fused insectoid genes into Ye Mo’s DNA. Insectoids are a species that worships strength above all else. Ye Xiang never anticipated that Ye Mo would develop the ability to control them. By the time Ye Xiang found himself surrounded by a starving swarm, it was already too late. Only when he saw Ye Mo in his final moments did he realize what had happened. But I’m not Ye Xiang. I won’t make the same mistake he did.”