Upon hearing He Ao’s words, Fren flinched imperceptibly before a smile crept onto his lips, and he spoke with some confusion, "Mr. Lin En, what are you saying? You’ve always been good to us, everyone knows your reputation. How could you ever wrong us?" He Ao slowly withdrew his gaze, looking at the city buildings that were sweeping by in the distance, and also observed Fren’s face smeared with a bit of fresh blood reflecting faintly in the Floating Warplane’s front windshield. "Why did you, behind my back, send information about my physical condition to a third party?" "What are you talking about?" Fren flinched, his smile stiffening. "When did I ever send out information about your physical condition?" "When General Corvey and I were chatting in the garden," sitting in his chair with a brass cane in his hand and leaning forward slightly, He Ao spoke calmly, "The third party you contacted, are they from the Consortium? If I’m not mistaken, they are highly likely to information with General Corvey. Has this information reached General Corvey by now?" His voice paused slightly, gradually growing colder, "Do I need to contact General Corvey to confirm?" Fren was not a member of the Mayor’s Guard left by the previous mayor but had been personally recruited by Lin En a few years ago in his last run for the mayoral election, allowing him to smoothly become the Captain of the Mayor’s Guard who ensured Lin En’s safety. In the years they had worked together, Lin En had never mistreated Fren, paying him well above the average market rate and not restricting his freedom. Whenever Fren needed help, Lin En had always tried his best to utilize his connections to assist him, Fren had often expressed his gratitude to Lin En, even saying he would die for Lin En. Lin En truly trusted his Captain of the Guard. In a sense, he was one of Lin En’s confidants. This was why Fren, despite his role being merely the Captain discharging security duties, could speak directly to persuade He Ao to abandon the city and leave Yilan City. Because he inherited Lin En’s thinking patterns, He Ao initially did not suspect Fren. When he saw his confidant returning alone after surviving an attack, his first feelings were of ’relief’ and ’joy’. However, when Fren repeatedly insisted that he return to the Mayor’s Mansion and leave Yilan City, He Ao began to have doubts about his Chief of Guards. Strictly speaking, as the Captain of the Guard, Fren should prioritize ’Lin En’s’ safety first, and advising him to leave Yilan City for his safety could also be considered logical. However, the issue was that Fren’s ’self-will’ had never been so strong before. When Lin En made a decision, although Fren would offer his opinions, he would comply with Lin En’s orders if he could not persuade him. He was not the kind to challenge authority or speak blunt advice to his face. Although Fren had only tried a few times to advise He Ao, and had stopped talking after encountering He Ao’s firm attitude, this subtle difference had been noticed by He Ao. Besides the attitude, He Ao noticed something else. The injuries on Fren’s body were not as severe as they appeared, his Energy Circuits functioned smoothly, and his movements remained agile and fluid, which was not consistent with someone who had just escaped a fierce encirclement. Still, even with this, He Ao had not definitively concluded there was something wrong with Fren. His previous ’defiance’ could be interpreted as chaotic concern, and his injuries could be understood as either his own strength being formidable, or as possessing some Extraordinary Items that restored injuries. So, he adopted a more straightforward approach, placing a mark on Fren, Then, while chatting with General Corvey, he deliberately left Fren behind, giving him a moment to be ’alone’. Immediately, he sensed the fluctuations in Fren’s mind, perceived the thoughts related to the information on his physical condition. The drizzle continued to patter against the Floating Warplane’s outer shell, rendering the entirety of the Floating Warplane eerily quiet. Fren rested his hand on the control stick, fixating on the night view ahead. Finally, he slowly broke the silence, "Mr. Lin En, you indeed helped me a lot and I am very grateful for your help. You haven’t wronged me, it’s I who have wronged you." Dripping water cascaded through the open hatch, the howling cold wind passed through the doors on either side whisking up strands of He Ao’s slightly greying hair, exposing the dried blood at the roots of his hair. Fren lifted his head and slowly rose from the pilot seat. "But, I hope you understand that you can’t defeat the Consortium," A sharp dagger slipped from his sleeve into the palm of his hand, "Now, the entire Yilan City is in chaos because of your decisions. You are a good person, and a good mayor. The fault isn’t yours; it’s this damned world," He turned his head to look at He Ao, "I didn’t really want to harm you. If only you weren’t so clever." He grasped the ice-cold dagger, "But, this result is good for you, for us, and for Yilan City. Lin Na is a good girl; I will help you take good care of her." His figure suddenly vanished, like an illusion charging out, a cascade of ’Qi’ bursting from within his body, and the sharp dagger thrust directly toward He Ao’s brow. Talent Sequence 110: Berserker. A Berserker can enter into a frenzied state, instantly multiplying their strength, and this strength continues to increase as the battle duration prolongs. This Talent Sequence, like the warrior’s, is naturally suited for combat and is one of the most terrifying Talent Sequences in battle. Moreover, Fren’s promotion ceremony had been conducted exceptionally well, which even among Berserkers, made him one of the most outstanding in strength. This was also why Mister Lin En had gone to great lengths to recruit Fren into his own team. But Lin En had never anticipated that the confidant he had recruited with such care would turn his blade against him. He Ao’s body still slightly leaned forward, one hand holding a brass cane, his head raised, watching the ’Guard Captain’ charging towards him through the narrow corridor of the Floating Warplane. A crisp sound echoed amid the raindrops. Fren raised his head, his eyes widened, staring at the elderly man sitting in a chair in front of him, dressed in a neat gray suit. The sharp blade was only two centimeters away from the elderly man’s brow but could advance no further. Those slightly aged, withered fingers stood before him like hard alloy clamps, gripping the sharp blade. The polished blade surface reflected the elderly man’s calm and cold gaze. "You clearly are not of a combat-type Talent Sequence, and you’ve sustained such severe injuries!!!" Fren’s face changed color; he tried pulling out the dagger, but couldn’t budge it at all. "I have a question for you," He Ao quietly watched Fren, "Who is the third party contact you reached out to? Does he have other ’informants’ in the City Government?" Fren did not answer He Ao’s question; realizing he could not pull out the dagger, he let go. His body slightly rotated, and another dagger sprang from his other hand, twirling half a circle in the air, slashing towards He Ao’s throat. At the same time, he took a half step backward, slightly tilting his entire body towards the cabin door. Watching the dagger flying towards him again, He Ao sighed gently, his wrist lightly rotated, his fingers bent, his fingertips slowly threw the clutched dagger. The movement of the elderly man in front of him appeared very slow, slow enough that Fren could easily see the wrist rotating slowly in mid-air, but it also seemed very fast, fast enough that when the dagger in Fren’s hand was still far from the elderly man, the elderly man’s dagger had already been thrown. The ice-cold dagger traced through the moist air, everything in the world seemed to slow down, the rain outside the spacious cabin door stretching into long thin lines. The whirling dagger passed beside the raindrop-made lines and buried itself in the soft flesh. With a yellow glow, fresh blood scattered, blooming against the backdrop of the rain. He Ao watched the dagger he had thrown pierce the throat of Fren, who then fell backward, "You are not as fearless of death as you previously proclaimed to me. Thus, you chose betrayal, not wanting to accompany this Old Geezer to hell. I can understand you, but since you made that choice, you should also bear the corresponding consequences." Fren’s eyes widened, staring at the elderly man in front of him. His mouth slightly opened, as if he wanted to say something, but the blood gushed out like a fountain along his trachea from his mouth. In the end, he said nothing, only slightly opening his blood-covered mouth, revealing a lost, wistful smile, resting against the side of the front seat’s backrest. With the pitter-patter of the rain, he completely lost his voice, and his body fell to the floor. He Ao, holding a brass cane, felt the mark returning to his body. He slowly rose to his feet and stepped over Fren’s corpse. The question he had asked Fren, although Fren had not responded, at the moment he had asked, he had already obtained an answer from the mark on Fren. The Intermediary Fren was dealing with was named Levis, who was the chief consultant of a lobbying firm. It wasn’t the first time Linen had heard this name. Long before, Levis had come to Linen with a high ’price’, but Linen had driven him out. Fren and Levis had communicated one-on-one; he didn’t know if there were others inside the City Government connected to Levis, but perhaps there were. Clearly, the price that Linen was unwilling to accept, others were willing to. He Ao took a step forward and walked beside the pilot’s seat. He lifted his bracelet, quickly accessed a website after passing an identity verification, and then, gazing at the city ahead, he slowly spoke, "Hello, Eve." After a brief silence, a gentle voice sounded in his ear, "Hello, K." He Ao reached out to pull a data cable from the control panel and connected it to his bracelet, "Eve, help me control this Floating Warplane." As the sounds resumed in his ear, the control panel started to glow rhythmically. "The entire signal is in silent mode, rebooting now." "Automatic monitoring radar has been turned off, now turning on." Rapid voices resounded next to He Ao’s ear. "Alert! Alert! A Mecha is approaching at high speed from behind! A Mecha is approaching at high speed from behind!" As the radar icon on the control panel lit up, a shrill, red alarm abruptly echoed throughout the interior of the Floating Warplane. The radar displayed an icon of a fast-approaching massive object. Subsequently, the control panel’s display lit up, showing footage from the rear camera; through the blurred curtain of rain, the silhouette of a Blazing Angel Mech appeared. Its direction of approach was precisely from the South City Command Center. He Ao took a few steps back to the open hatch and looked back; he could faintly make out a blurry Mecha shape rapidly approaching through the rain behind. The scattered raindrops under the night sky were turned into mist by the giant machinery. He Ao raised his hand to lightly push aside his coat, glancing at his white dress shirt inside. That shirt, which had been clean and crisp, now had spots of fresh blood on it. It was blood seeping from his wounds, soaking through his bandages. Intense pain was spreading through his body. As Fren had said, he was indeed gravely injured and near death, and dealing with Fren had not been so easy. The strength exhausted from his body was further tearing his body apart; his body could no longer support "Super Memory" even for a moment. "Alert, weapons system malfunction! No weapons loaded!" "Alert, weapons system malfunction! No weapons loaded!" At this moment, mechanical alarm sounds again rang throughout the Floating Warplane. He Ao watched the Mecha rapidly approaching through the darkness; it seemed that Mecha had already raised its main cannon. It appeared Fren had never intended to use this Floating Warplane to fight back. He Ao looked down at his feet; he was high in the air, the wide streets and lights from his current perspective appeared narrow, like a line of flowing light. Falling from such a height, his heavily wounded body would truly be done for. He Ao turned around, walked back to where Fren lay, and picked up another dagger Fren had been holding. It was at that moment when the entire Warplane abruptly rolled to the side, dodging something while the entire warplane’s interior rolled tumultuously. A brilliant glow flashed from outside the door, evaporating the rain mist and illuminating the entire night sky. If it hadn’t dodged just then, this burst of brilliance would have already pierced through the Floating Warplane. The automatic operation system of the Floating Warplane couldn’t perform such smooth dodging. Clearly, it was Eve who was controlling the machine just now. As the Floating Warplane regained stability, He Ao slowly walked to the hatch, looking towards the rain behind him. That distant Mecha had come a bit closer. "Communication request detected, from Yilan City South City Command Center, would you like to connect?" At this moment, Eve’s voice sounded in He Ao’s ear. He Ao nodded lightly. The communication was immediately connected, and a slightly panicked voice sounded in He Ao’s ear, "Mayor Lin En, one of our rogue officers has stolen a Mecha and is heading your way, we’ve dispatched a Mecha Squad to intercept, please be careful..." He Ao calmly replied, watching the Mecha in the darkness behind him, "I see him." The other side was clearly puzzled, then immediately said with panic, "Please head immediately to areas with more buildings, our rescue will arrive soon, you must not confront the Mecha directly, your Floating Warplane cannot withstand the Blazing Angel Mech..." He Ao nodded lightly, holding a dagger in one hand, and with his other hand, he touched his ear, connecting to Eve’s voice channel, "Bring him a little closer." The huge Floating Warplane suddenly ascended, dodging the pursuing brilliant cannon fire. As the glow and evaporated mist cleared his vision, He Ao gripped the dagger in his hand, watching the Mecha in the rear rain curtain drawing closer and closer. Earphones transmitted the panicked conversations from South City Command Center; He Ao’s expression gradually calmed down. The entire night sky seemed to quiet down gradually, Divine Sense followed the Elderly’s fingertips into the sharp dagger.