Chapter 477

Everyone was taken by surprise.

They didn't even give Ding He time to think.

The audience on site fell silent.

This…

Did Fang Hao never intend to hide it at all?

Then what about that so-called Sword Saint before?

Did he just give up?

"Fang Hao, you…"

"Think clearly before you speak."

Ding He's scalp went numb, frantically winking at Fang Hao.

He screamed inwardly:

Read my signs! Read my signs!

Come on, give me some eye contact!

But…

Fang Hao nodded with sincere earnestness.

"That's right. I've thought it through clearly."

Ding He froze.

He stared blankly at the Fang Hao before him, dumbfounded.

And not far away.

The unscrupulous Japanese boss, Mizukami Jin, nearly spat out a mouthful of blood… nearly died on the spot.

He stared, mouth agape, at the Fang Hao before him.

His head was full of question marks.

This… could there be some misunderstanding?

Did I, Mizukami Jin, not express myself clearly?

Why does it seem…

As if Fang Hao truly believes he's cooperating with us?

Fang Hao's straightforward admission.

Left Mizukami Jin utterly speechless.

His expression froze, nearly petrified.

At this moment, he mechanically turned his head, unable to resist glancing at Bei Yuan Cangjie beside him.

But Bei Yuan Cangjie was equally stunned.

He gaped, staring blankly at Fang Hao's earnest expression.

"々｀ Uh…"

"Mr. Fang Hao."

"My Chinese… cough cough… is not good."

"You mean… you're admitting it?"

"Or did I mishear?"

Bei Yuan Cangjie stared, mouth agape, at the sincere Fang Hao.

He was beginning to doubt reality.

This damn…

Am I dreaming?

Otherwise…

How could Fang Hao's (mama hao) response be so dreamlike, so bizarre?

Why does this dream feel so real?

He couldn't resist the urge to slap himself, to see if his face hurt.

But when he raised his hand, he realized…

Fuck, I don't have arms!

My arms seemed to have been severed after touching the divine sword's hilt, frozen by frost.

But that doesn't make sense…

Why, if my arms were cut off, do I feel not the slightest pain?

Is this really just a dream?

Otherwise, why is the shock to my mind far greater than any physical pain?

As he was lost in this mental storm,

Fang Hao's words pulled his thoughts back to reality once more.

"As I said,"

"the voices in the recording were indeed mine."

"And these bombs before me were indeed made and installed by me."

"The fingerprints on them are not forged."

"They are truly my fingerprints, thank you…"