When he finished speaking, Tyler looked Crow straight in the eye. "If we could get in once, we can get in again." Before, they hadn't pushed things too far. But now that Obsidian Fang had crossed the line over and over, and the mask was off, they had plenty of ways to kill him if they wanted. Caroline turned, smiling faintly. "So, Crow, do you still want to kill us now?" Fear flickered in his eyes. After another hour of being completely under their control, his mindset had changed completely. He wasn't stupid. Crow had lived through two lifetimes—he knew when to bow to reality. He understood that as long as he kept his cheat ability, he could live comfortably enough. There was no need to provoke Caroline or Tyler anymore. Even if he couldn't get Nelson, there was still Summer from the army. Or maybe he could build his own force and find another solution. He was scared now. He tried to keep his calm, but the fear was obvious. And the worst part was the humiliation. Before and after the apocalypse, he had always been a man of status. Now, he was being humiliated in his own home. If he got another chance, he would never mess with Tyler and Caroline again. "I don't want anything to do with you anymore," he said quickly. "I won't cause trouble again, and I regret ever doing it. But I need Nelson to cure me. I'm willing to pay any price to have him treat my future cancer. Quack quack." His voice came fast and strained—he was clearly emotional. Caroline rubbed her chin and sighed inwardly. Crow, why do you always have to make things so complicated? If my guess is right, your illness could've been cured with just one vial of Nelson's blood. That guy cuts his wrist so often he wouldn't even notice one more tube gone. How did you manage to turn something so simple into such a mess—and almost lose your life over it? Honestly, would it kill you to just keep things simple for once?If Crow knew what Caroline was thinking right now, he'd probably choke on his own rage. If he'd known what kind of person Nelson really was, he never would've done all this nonsense. But it was too late now. He'd have to pay the price for his arrogance and pride. Caroline finally spoke up. "Alright. We'll agree to the deal. But if you come after us again, next time we won't waste time talking." Crow quickly said, "I won't bother you again. Quack quack." "Then tell us our future," Tyler said calmly. Crow closed his eyes, activating his ability, and muttered under his breath, "Caroline and Tyler's future ... " He was curious too—and deep down, he had a petty, dark wish that the two of them would die someday, as long as it had nothing to do with him. But when the visions appeared in his mind, he was instantly puzzled—the images were far blurrier than any he'd ever seen using his foresight before. That meant Caroline and Tyler's future was filled with uncertainty. Even his ability could only catch a few scattered glimpses of the major events. There were three images in total, all extremely brief—just like the last time he'd tried to foresee Caroline's future, flashing by in an instant. The first image was that same villa again, clearer this time, sitting at the foot of a mountain. Caroline and Tyler stood back to back, surrounded by blood. It looked like they had fought a fierce battle. Judging by the aftermath, they had won—but it had been brutal. The second image showed a vast desert. The two of them were walking with several others, the wind whipping sand into swirling storms around them. Ahead, there was a dark shape, too far to make out clearly. Around them loomed countless moving shadows, like giant beasts rising from the ground. The third image flashed by the fastest—so fast Crow only caught a trace of it. He couldn't see what was happening, but the feeling it gave him was peaceful and warm, like two hands clasped together. Crow described everything he saw without leaving a single detail out. When Caroline heard the first vision, she didn't react much. She already planned to move out soon and set up her mobile villa. Running into a fight or two was to be expected—she was ready for it.