When it comes to an opponent, you are always the scariest one to yourself.

"Don't agree so quickly. Once you wear this collar, you won't be yourself anymore. You can't indulge in any trace of worldly desires. After the mission is completed, you must return here. But if you perform well, I might consider reducing your sentence."

Red Demon curled his lips: "Thank you, government."

"Oh, you seem pretty well-informed."

Without wasting any words, Red Demon directly fastened the collar around his neck. He didn't hesitate for a moment; the so-called freedom was no longer something he cared about. Life and death had lost their weight to him. His sole, burning desire was revenge. And what truly counts as revenge? A punch or a curse? That's nothing. The murder of one's parent or the theft of one's spouse—that's real hatred and vengeance.

"Wait."

Gu Tao summoned a green Christmas hat and placed it in Red Demon's hand: "This Magic Artifact will remind you at all times what you're here for."