Deceitful Game

Chapter 135 Son of Paradox

Chapter 135 Son of Paradox (Third Update)

The sudden truth made Gao Fan clench his fists instinctively.

He did consider that his parents might be charlatans, and even that his grandfather might be one—

But he never imagined that he was "the child born of a dead person".

His existence is entirely based on deceiving the world.

"—What kind of nobility is this?"

Gao Fan gritted his teeth, uttering each word through gritted teeth, the meaning of his surging emotions unclear—but somewhat leaning towards "hatred".

"Do you think the Deceiver is some kind of show-quality pet? What use is this so-called 'bloodline' to us?! It can't make me stronger, nor can it make me safer—everything I have now, isn't it all earned by risking my life!"

"What are you trying to deny? Are you trying to deny everything I've done up to this point?!"

"Bloodline doesn't really help with the game of deception. But it's not directly related to whether someone is noble or not."

Gao Song's gaze was gentle, his expression calm: "It's like you own a cat, and this cat breaks a work of art worth 200,000. Even if you kill the cat, you can't restore the work of art to its original state. So from now on, its value has increased by 200,000."

"You are a miracle born from wasting ten months' worth of resources—and it was a one-time use of ten months' worth of resources. If it were to end even for a moment, you would be annihilated in the gap between life and death."

"Even if we kill you, you won't get these chips back, but there will definitely be people interested in you. For us, 'time is money,' you know."

"—In your eyes, is value determined by how much you destroy or how many resources you consume, Gao Song!"

Gao Fan was truly enraged. For the first time, he didn't address the other person as "uncle" but instead called him by his name, a highly impolite act that Gao Fan considered extremely outrageous.

Gao Song looked at Gao Fan with a helpless expression.

It's like looking at a yawning cat or a barking dog.

"Xiao Fan, you don't actually believe that friendships that transcend class exist in this world, do you?"

Gao Song said calmly, "Your friends may smile at you, may flatter you, may want to get something out of you, but they will never truly accept you."

"They'll want your money, and they'll also mock you. Wasn't that what your last team was like?"

"Do you think I haven't been paying attention to you? Do you think—you've survived until now without being used as expendable material by some organization, just because you're lucky?" Do you think I haven't eliminated you completely just because I don't know where you are?

"Stop joking. You should know the meaning of 'luck' by now, right? The luck of those in power will overwhelm the luck of those in lower positions; your luck means nothing to the strong—like me."

Gao Song declared: "All your actions, all your struggles, all your thoughts—are useless before me. Try it if you don't believe me."

"You will know what despair is. Until then, I will accept your surrender."

"I will bring you into the Chinese Business Association so that you will know who makes the real rules of this world."

Have you heard of the Noble Blood Society? A deceitful organization from France. It is said that since the time of Joan of Arc, every generation of its members has been a pure-blooded deceitful person.

"Of course, whether someone is pure-blooded or not has nothing to do with ability. But it does have to do with connections."

"After all, to spend a full ten months" to give birth to a child who is utterly useless—this child itself signifies the parents' power—and an enviable luxury."

"—You call this luxury?"

"Hahahaha—this is of course a luxury, Xiao Fan."

Gao Song burst out laughing: "You still don't understand, 'time is money.' For a charlatan, anything is possible given enough time. And to spend ten whole months making yourself as fragile as an ordinary person, just to give birth to a child with no advantages whatsoever."

"Isn't this a luxury item? Owning such a luxury item signifies an extraordinary status."

"Do you know what ten months can change? In the hands of a skilled con artist, it can change the outcome of a war, it can reverse the fate of a small country, it can kill or save thousands of people—even the entire Gao Corporation combined hasn't used up that many chips."

"If technology that shouldn't exist is paradoxical technology—then you, who shouldn't exist, are the child of paradox."

Mingpo could see it clearly.

The look in Gao Song's eyes as he stared at Gao Fan was undoubtedly one of genuine hatred.

Despite being the true president, the company's owner, and the largest shareholder, he was jealous of Gao Fan, much like a poor relative.

Mingpo suddenly understood.

The reason Gao Song hasn't killed Gao Fan after so long might really be because he can't bear to.

It wasn't because of family ties that I was reluctant to part with it. It was because Gao Fan's "cost" was simply too high.

In Gao Song's worldview, he could not bear to let something so expensive be destroyed in his hands without any value.

Because it would break his heart.

Even though he couldn't understand the value of life and completely disagreed with this way of using it—even hating Gao Fan's birth and being jealous of him or his parents—he still couldn't bear to let Gao Fan die so ordinarily.

Therefore, he must have genuinely wanted Gao Fan to surrender.

As for surrendering—

"Abandon your teammates and leave? That sounds pretty good."

Mingpo looked at Gao Song and suddenly said something.

Gao Song's lips had just curled into a sarcastic smile when Ming Po slowly added, "You said before that you had let many people go, right?"

He looked at Gao Song and asked, word by word, "Then why didn't they take revenge on you?"

Upon hearing this, Gao Song's expression froze for a moment.

He looked at Mingpo, a hint of disbelief flashing in his eyes, but he quickly regained his composure.

In this game, Gao Song's main advantage is "information asymmetry".

But if Gao Song's account is true, and he let many people go—then the rules of this game are no longer a secret to them. Among those who were let go, surely some will want to come back for revenge.

But it's obvious that it isn't.

"—Who knows?"

Gao Song laughed, but didn't answer the question directly: "Perhaps I'm scared out of my wits—just kidding. You don't think I'd tell you that answer, do you? That's a trade secret."

Mingpo had a vague idea, but the thought couldn't take shape in her mind.

"Okay, confidential—"

He nodded slowly, putting the question aside for the time being. Time was almost up, and Mingpo needed to ask a question to end his turn.

His questions remained extremely tricky.

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Did you meet her before you turned eighteen?

Of the three, only Gao Fan's card lit up.

This means that Gao Song's answer was "no".

"Toys that you can't buy after you turn eighteen —"

Mingpo looked at Gao Fan: "It's basically locked in, Xiao Fan."

"Um!

Gao Fan nodded vigorously: "I already have a pretty good idea!"

Gao Song's smile grew increasingly eerie.

He remained calm and composed, directly asking the question and ending his turn:

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Did you own something like this?

The cards in front of the three people lit up simultaneously.

This means that Gao Song even actively locked himself in!