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    Ewan was actually Steven''s aplice. Steven deliberately ced him in the Rebels. This exnation cleared up everything.


    But what about the masked woman? What was her true identity? She harbored deep hatred toward me, treated Steven differently, and disyed a murderous and bloodthirsty nature.


    "She created the killing game in the ruined building. She also managed to manipte the social divide on the cruise ship, leading thousands of people to kill each other. She must be a genius," I analyzed softly.


    In my impression, I had never encountered any genius women around me. Despite a few geniuses in the orphanage, they were all men.


    Was I mistaken? Could it have been a petite man instead of a woman? That didn''t seem urate either. "Someone is following us," said Eason as he drove, checking the rearview mirror vigntly.


    "I''m now the most valuable experimental subject to Genome Society. They''ll protect me instead of killing me," I whispered.


    Everything depended on whether the person following showed aggression. If he did, it would mean he was supported by the Rebels.


    The moment I finished speaking, the car behind crashed into ours.


    However, he couldn''t escape this time because Zion''s car was following closely behind. When we were in danger, Zion swiftly drove his car toward us, effectively trapping the other car in the middle.


    "Get out of the car!" Zion stepped out and vigntly aimed his gun at the person inside.


    The person in the car looked confused. "What''s going on? I only hit the car. I won''t get shot for that, right?


    "Get out!" Zion eximed furiously.


    The man got out of the car with his hands up and smiled at Zion. "Don''t be so nervous, my friend."


    Steven, Eason, and I also stepped out of the car, looking at the man.


    The man spotted Steven and eximed in astonishment, "Oh, what a coincidence! It''s me, Steven!"


    Steven remained silent with a frown.


    Eason kicked him directly. "Shut up."


    The man sneered when he saw Eason. "Ah! Mr. Grant, the genius! You''ve achieved so much now. You''ve be a policeman and started kicking others. When you were being attacked and didn''t dare to speak up, you weren''t that tough."


    Eason was upset. I could tell he was trembling, probably seething with anger. Back in the day, bullying was rampant in the advanced ss. After Simeon''s ident, Eason lost all his protection.


    He was young when he joined the advanced ss. Heter pursued a master''s degree and a doctorate among ssmates much older than himself. Being young and thin, he found himself a target for bullying. As a result, Eason developed a strong resentment toward Simeon.


    At first, Simeon was the only ssmate who bullied him. Simeon''s domineering nature only permitted him to target Eason. No one else dared to do so. Back then, Eason was stunted, petite, and skinny, resembling a little girl. Butter, Simeon was gone.


    "He''s a ssmate from the advanced ss," Steven exined to me.


    I nodded. I had roughly figured it out. But being hit by a car driven by a ssmate from the advanced ss at this time was clearly not a coincidence.