What color is the sky, is it winter or summer outside, what does it feel like to walk on the road, is Mo Nanjue's health okay, has he ever had an attack, is he still happy, how are he doing these days...

He didn't know anything about it.

He even had to forget what his surname and name were.

If a person is in a closed environment for too long, he will definitely be driven crazy in the end.

Ryan closed his eyes and lay back on the hospital bed.

...

More than ten minutes later, the doctor who had gone out to call came back.

Ryan still didn't open his eyes, and seemed to ask casually, "I'm not a big deal, can I go out?"

"No," the doctor put on his gloves. "BOSS has 40 minutes to get to the base. He said he wanted to see you, and you have to wait here."

Ryan suddenly opened his eyes. He was right in his guess. The boss didn't want him to die.

So it can also be indirectly proved that the BOSS knows his identity.

He had never seen him before. After so long he came to the base, Ryan had only seen his back and never even said a word.

***

Base, top floor.

The wound on Ryan's shoulder was not too deep, and the bloody hole on his face was a little deep, but it didn't have any effect when wrapped in gauze.

Two guards escorted him from the left and right, and took the closed elevator to the top office.

Passage is prohibited here, and no one in the base can come up unless there are special circumstances.

Ryan was pushed in, and a few not-so-lit wall lights were turned on in the huge office. A slender man stood with his back to the door, with a dark blue leather jacket, which could be seen from his back as a trainee.

"Young Master, someone has brought it."

The guard kicked Ryan’s leg bend and said, “Kneel down!”

"Don't be so rude," the man turned around. He wore a silver mask, revealing only a pair of extremely charming eyes. "If he breaks him, no one will be my medical officer."

“…”

Ryan looked up at him, "Are you the head of the fourth major family?"

"Yes," the man smiled and walked up to him with his long legs, "Do you remember me?"

Ryan's eyes deepened, "We've seen it?"

"Of course I've seen it. Your memory is too bad," the man smiled. He suddenly stretched out a hand and put it on his shoulder. "Is it serious?"

Ryan looked at him up close. The man had a sense of innate dignity. Only those who were pampered and had this temperament. Ryan sneered, "Since you know, why ask me?"

"It's so refreshing, I just like this kind of person," the man took his hand back and put it in his pocket. "Tell me, you blew yourself up regardless of your safety, don't care about your face, and you're going to find me from afar. Why is it for?"

Thousands of miles?

Ryan captured the word, “You live far away?”

The man's eyes raised, "Who stipulates that I must live in the United States? I will give you three minutes and say that I am very busy for the purpose of asking me for it."

Ryan knew that he must have guessed that he did it on purpose, so he simply said, "I'm going out."

The man didn't speak, he came to the wine cabinet and poured a glass of whiskey. After a long time, he turned around and said, "Go out, what are you doing?"

"I have something to do," Ryan stared at his every move, "I must go."
Chapter completed!