When the mask was removed and Trueman saw the familiar face behind it, he was dumbfounded.
He stared blankly at the man in front of him before he broke into a frown. "Ha, so it’s you. In that case, it seems that the Imperial League hasn’t come at all. Or are you saying that you’ve usurped that old geezer’s position and replaced him? Good, very good. I’ve disliked him for the longest time. Where did you lock him up?"
Justin didn’t speak immediately—he didn’t know what Trueman was thinking.
But Nora, who had possibly discerned a thing or two, kept quiet for a while before she finally said, "He’s dead."
Trueman was taken aback. "What?"
He looked back at Justin and narrowed his eyes. "That old geezer is dead? How can that be? He is clearly so sick in the head and is even pursuing immortality..."
Come to think of it, it was indeed ridiculous.
The one who wanted to live forever was already dead.
Yet their experiments were still continuing.
At that instant, Trueman suddenly felt like the mysterious organization’s existence was a joke.
He still couldn’t believe it.
After a while, he looked at Justin again and asked, "Are you also his son?"
Trueman didn’t wait for Justin to reply before he smirked and went on. "Even if you are his son, you’re younger than me! If you look at it this way, you have to treat me with the same respect you would show your older brother!
"My dear little brother, you should be thanking me. If not for me, would you have gotten into a relationship with Nora? How are you going to repay me for finding you such a pretty wife?"
For a moment, Justin found himself at a loss for words.
Going by their blood ties, Trueman was actually his uncle...
The old king was indeed sick in the head.
In order to have a large number of children to conduct experiments on, he had gathered almost a hundred women to conceive children for him. This led to a huge age difference among the old King’s children.
Going by the old King’s age, he had fathered Trueman only when he was in his fifties.
This led to Trueman being only two to three years older than Justin, despite being his uncle.
However, he wasn’t inclined to explain all these details to Trueman. After all, why should he get himself an uncle for no reason whatsoever? Besides, someone like Trueman was not worthy of his respect either.
Justin didn’t say anything, but Trueman’s eyes suddenly reddened. He said, "Ha... Hahaha. I always thought that I was the most special child to him. He had also said that he would hand over the Imperial League to me in the future! Who would have thought that he would still favor you over me in the end?!"
Even if Trueman knew that he had only survived because of his own persistence and tenacity, it was a fact that Justin had never been injected with the gene serum!
He still didn’t feel like explaining anything.
Besides... in a sense, Trueman actually wasn’t wrong in saying that.
When the old King realized that he still had a surviving daughter, he had chosen to contact Justin. In addition, he had even handed over the Imperial League to him, even though they had only met once!
This showed that the old King had held doubts about his experiments before his death.
He was afraid that Trueman had become a monster, so he hadn’t trusted him...
Changing one’s fate... Could someone still be called human if their genes had been modified?
Justin didn’t say anything else. Instead, he asked, "Where is the V16?"
"The V16..." Trueman. who felt like all his efforts had become a joke, broke into a smile. "You want the V16? I’m not handing it over!"
Just as Justin was about to speak, Nora said, "Let’s take a more direct approach—we’ll let Black Cat interrogate him instead."