Heinous laughter surfaced on Shao Tong’s face, taut with pain, when he saw the president in mid-air suddenly clutch his abdomen. Sure enough, he hadn't guessed wrong. He and this president were in a delicate symbiotic relationship.

"Shao Tong... Shao Tong is awake!" The fatty clutched his injured arm, but his attention was completely drawn to Shao Tong.

"It's that Ming insect!" Wu Yingying suddenly said, "Although that Ming insect didn't kill Shao Tong, it pierced the barrier. Shao Tong can now see the outside world, and the Ming insect is also transmitting what's happening outside to him."

This was also the first time Jiang Cheng and the others learned the name of that butterfly. It was called the Ming insect. The name was very fitting, after all, in everyone's eyes, that icy blue butterfly was like a messenger from the underworld, reaping lives in the most elegant way.

"If this continues, you will die." The president stared at Shao Tong coldly, his tone somewhere between warning and concern.

The smile on Shao Tong's face deepened. He squinted his eyes comfortably, the pain in his body seeming insignificant at this moment. "Heh... can I interpret that as... Lord President is begging me?"

"You are no longer useful to me. After this matter, I can let you go." After a pause, the president continued, "Of course, if you are willing to stay, then I would be happy to invite you to officially join the Night Watchmen."

The president's stiff expression relaxed a lot, at least he looked more sincere. "If you have any concerns, I can swear on the name of the Night Watchmen."

Before he could finish speaking, the president's face changed drastically. He grabbed his abdomen tightly. Shao Tong slowly clenched the splinter of wood that had been stabbed into his abdomen, then twisted it little by little. Blood kept gushing out along the wound, and Shao Tong's snow-white teeth were stained red with blood. He grinned, laughing wantonly, tears welling up in the corners of his eyes. "My noble Lord President, you... you wouldn't be joking, would you? Does the name Night Watchmen still have any credibility these days?"

The president's face darkened at this mocking smile. He would never beg someone, let alone this lowly thing.

"If I lose, I will die, but so will you. What you want is just to truly live once, isn't it? I can give it to you." The president took a deep breath, trying to keep his voice steady.

Shao Tong stopped smiling and couldn't help but sigh. "How extravagant, in your mouth, it's a blessing that people like us can truly live once..."

The president's patience was running out little by little. Wu was still watching from not far away, looking for an opportunity to attack. "Then what do you want?" The president's tone grew colder.

"I want you to die!"

The suppressed emotions erupted completely at this moment. Shao Tong's eyes were red, as if they could drip blood.

He roared hysterically, wishing that every word could turn into a knife to tear the president to pieces. The scene completely became Shao Tong's stage for a while. He passionately accused, his anger was completely ignited, and the fatty seemed to see countless wronged souls standing behind Shao Tong, those who had been abandoned, deceived, and strangled.

At least at this moment, the fatty believed that Shao Tong was not doing it for himself, but to avenge those poor people who had the same experiences as him over the years.

The president's face became extremely ugly. He really wanted to rush down now, control Shao Tong, and shut his mouth, but he couldn't, because he was firmly locked on by Wu. As soon as he moved, that blade would cut towards him without hesitation.

"Brother Shao Tong, don't worry, as long as we kill the president, you will be free. You can go wherever you want. We are the ones on your side!" After confirming that Shao Tong could hear the outside sounds, Jiang Cheng shouted at Shao Tong.

"You better shut up!" Shao Tong didn't give Jiang Cheng any face, and was almost amused. "Jiang Cheng, you are not a good person either. When it comes to scheming and calculation, you are on par with the one above. I believe you like I believe in ghosts!"

Being yelled at by Shao Tong like this, Jiang Cheng scratched his nose a little embarrassedly. His original intention was to let Shao Tong hurry up and stab himself a few more times, and when the president was extremely weak, Wu would take action to defeat the president in one fell swoop, so that Shao Tong might have a little chance to survive.

But as Wu Yingying said, even if Shao Tong could survive, his body wouldn't be able to support him for too long.

However, Jiang Cheng was sincere about one thing. After completely destroying the Night Watchmen, he would return Shao Tong's freedom as promised, even if it was only temporary freedom. After all, in a sense, he and Shao Tong were the same, and they were both tired of being deceived.

The several puppets guarding outside the barrier turned around and faced Shao Tong, with a somewhat eager expression. Shao Tong also knew that the final moment had arrived. He endured the pain and pulled out the broken table leg, pointing the sharp wood at his throat. "Jiang Cheng, promise me one thing!" he shouted.

"Say it, I'm listening!"

Jiang Cheng answered him in the same loud voice. At this moment, he knew that Shao Tong had made his final choice. He had respect for such a person.

"You can't fulfill your promise to return my freedom, but my friends are still trapped in District 13. Promise me, take them out and give them freedom!"

"I promise you!" Jiang Cheng responded to him hoarsely.

After hearing Jiang Cheng's affirmative answer, Shao Tong suddenly stabbed the wood into his throat. The 5 puppets shot out at the same time to stop him, but they were still a step too late. Blood spurted out, and Shao Tong trembled and used his last strength to twist it hard. The whole person fell to the ground, and along with the vitality in his eyes slowly dissipating, a life withered away.

At the same time, the president in mid-air was also suffering tremendous pain. The 5 puppets fell to the ground one after another, and the strange black mist barrier completely collapsed. The president could no longer steady himself and fell from the air. He covered his throat with his hand, and a large amount of blood kept spraying out from the wound, as well as his mouth and nose, as if a rain of blood was falling in the sky.

Wu took action valiantly, a snow-white sword light pierced the darkness, and the sharp blade cut the president in half.

When he landed, half of the president's body was motionless, his hands still holding the action of covering his throat. In his two silver eyes, the arrogance was gone, replaced by disbelief and deep fear.

The president was dead, dead as could be, and with the death of the president, this Elysium Tower filled with sin and despair also ushered in its end. A huge vibration came, and huge cracks spread along the ground, climbing up the walls, like a huge spider web.

Long-lost light shone in along the cracks, dispelling the darkness and confusion in the building. The ghost building collapsed in a huge crash.