Herman's expression changed when he heard that. "What do you mean, sir?"
"Shouldn't I be asking you that?" Qu Jianlei's expression grew increasingly strange. "When did you switch sides to the space pirates?"
The other man was not even a Modified Warrior. How could his emotional fluctuations possibly escape Qu Jianlei's Mental Strength perception?
That was precisely why he had stated without hesitation earlier: I haven't heard any news about your son!
"No, no, no." Herman shook his head repeatedly, the fat on his cheeks wobbling nonstop as terror appeared in his eyes.
"I'm not. I didn't. Please don't make things up."
Qu Jianlei rolled his eyes helplessly. "Do you think I'd deliberately frame you without being sure?"
Herman froze for a moment, and a trace of hatred appeared in his eyes. "My youngest son... he should be dead, right?"
Qu Jianlei spread his hands. "I genuinely don't know about that. But you decided to defect to the enemy based solely on speculation?"
He knew the man was stalling for time, but was he afraid of whoever was coming?
Just one Rank B Warrior, two Rank C Warriors, and six mechs.
Herman's face darkened, and he answered through gritted teeth, "But you people exposed my identity..."
What bullshit. Qu Jianlei did not believe that at all. It was not as if he did not know Mu Guoguo's methods—rough yet meticulous!
He nodded with a smile. "Go on, then. How much longer are you planning to stall?"
Herman's face filled with shock. He opened his mouth to shout, "Help—"
Qu Jianlei raised a hand and knocked him unconscious.
While waiting for the space pirates to arrive, he actually had the leisure to look through what Herman had been reading.
It was a bill. This tiny village chief was surprisingly wealthy.
Instinctively,