I am the Clone of a Death Row Inmate

The wealthy district of Vita City was also divided into tiers, and the spot where Su Ze and Mr. Ya now stood was in one of its priciest neighborhoods.

Rows of garden villas lined the streets. The environment was beautiful and filled with the pleasant fragrance of flowers—a far cry from the clamor and foul odors of the slums.

Though it was all part of the same city, it felt like two different worlds.

”Looks like this... what’s-his-name? He’s quite well-off. Not just your average rich guy, either, seeing as he’s living in a fancy villa like this,” Su Ze quipped.

”Draco,” Mr. Ya reminded him, rubbing his hands together.

”Right, Draco. That Luofan name is too hard to remember,” Su Ze grumbled while activating his Eye of Truth. He sent out his Perception Tentacles, searching the area for any sign of Draco.

Su Ze’s Eye of Truth could actually cover the entire city, but the trade-off was a significant drop in ”clarity,” making it impossible to pinpoint a specific individual.

Therefore, he had to narrow it down to a general vicinity. Within that range, nothing could escape his senses.

Su Ze had already learned Draco’s physical description from Mr. Ya. Now, his Perception Tentacles slipped into one villa after another, searching.

”Tsk, tsk...” Su Ze would occasionally mutter. ”The lives of the rich are certainly something else!”

Searching like this, it was inevitable he would see things he wasn’t supposed to.

To be fair, probably no one here was wealthier than he was, so why wasn’t his own life this extravagant and debauched?

’I must be too righteous!’

The ”righteous” Su Ze soon made a discovery. In the second-floor master bedroom of one villa, he saw a man and a woman tangled together.

The man looked to be in his forties, with a thick, full beard and a black mole on the left side of his forehead.

According to Mr. Ya’s description, Draco didn’t have a beard. But then again, Mr. Ya hadn’t seen him in years, and the mole on his forehead was a match.

A large wedding photo hung on the wall above the headboard. The groom in the picture was indeed Draco, though his beard wasn’t as thick as it was now.

And the bride in the wedding photo was not the woman currently in the bed.

The bride was prettier than the other woman, but the other woman was younger.

Su Ze glanced at Mr. Ya and said teasingly, ”I’ve found him, but he’s a little busy right now. I suggest we wait. If he’s not done in five minutes, we can go give him a little nudge.”

Mr. Ya understood immediately. Rubbing his hands together, he let out a sly chuckle. ”Sounds good. If he’s not done in five minutes, I’ll sneak over and give him a little surprise.”

Su Ze gave him a strange look. ”Why are you rubbing your hands like a fly again? I thought you’d kicked that habit.”

”I did kick it after I finished digesting that last tube of Tier 4 fly-type extract,” Mr. Ya said helplessly. ”But I just absorbed a Tier 5 fly-type aberration extract recently, and the habit came right back. I can’t control it at all.”

He would probably have to wait until he fully digested the fly-type aberration extract in his system to get rid of the hand-rubbing tic.

The two of them waited a little longer...

As it turned out, their concerns were unnecessary. It didn’t even take three minutes, let alone five.

Su Ze scoffed. ”Seems Draco’s evolution isn’t quite complete.”

By now, the two of them had reached the outer wall of Draco’s villa.

After he was finished, Draco gave a perfect demonstration of ”hit it and quit it.” He waved the woman away, not even giving her time to get dressed.

After shooing the woman out of the room, Draco shut the door and flopped onto the bed. He turned on the TV to a children’s cartoon, where a few little chicks and lambs were playing games.

Whenever he felt empty, he liked to watch these children’s cartoons full of talking animals. His own rationalization was that his family had been too poor for him to have a normal childhood, and now he was catching up on all the cartoons he had missed.

The opening theme song had just begun when Draco froze, startled. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of two figures who had appeared on his balcony at some unknown point.

”Who are you!” Draco’s first instinct wasn’t to call the police, but to turn off the TV.

Only after shutting off the TV did he remember to reach for the phone on his nightstand to call for help. But he found that no matter how he stretched, he couldn’t reach it.

’Mental interference!’

He abandoned the idea of calling the police, realizing his visitors’ power far surpassed his own.

”What do you want with me? I haven’t offended you, have I?” he asked, terrified.

”Put some clothes on first. We have no interest in admiring your naked body.”

Draco scrambled into his clothes and stood obediently before Su Ze and Mr. Ya, like a well-behaved child awaiting a lecture from his parents.

”No need to be nervous. We just have a few questions for you,” Su Ze said.

”Please, ask away. I’ll tell you anything I know.”

”Do you remember Yargha?”

”Of course I remember!” Draco shuddered. ”He’s a Saint-level powerhouse now, the Guardian God of Dongli. We came from the same slum.”

”Good. Yargha bought his first extract from you. You wouldn’t have forgotten that, would you?”

”Well... I believe that did happen, yes.”

”And do you remember where you got that extract?”

”I don’t recall the specifics. All the extracts I sold were ones I hunted for myself in the wild. Yargha’s must have been no exception,” Draco said, feigning composure.

”Is that so? Because I heard you were injured on that particular hunting trip. Something like that should have left a lasting impression, don’t you think?” Mr. Ya countered, calling his bluff.

Draco glanced at Mr. Ya in astonishment. He was shocked they knew such a specific detail. However, Mr. Ya’s disguise was excellent, and Draco didn’t recognize him at all.