The sharp hidden blade sliced through the air, stopping just short of Kraft's neck.
"Don't think you can spout nonsense just because you look exactly like me! Believe me, I'll kill you!"
Wang Mian let a trace of killing intent slip out as he warned Kraft viciously.
Simply put, he still thought Kraft was trying to fool him.
Left with no choice, Kraft activated the Dream Armor. Black armor instantly covered his body, and he easily grabbed Wang Mian's arm and forced him to sit on the workbench.
"Can you calm down now?"
Kraft patted the stunned Wang Mian on the shoulder, then put away the armor.
"If you still don't believe me, I can take you to my world for a look. I'm fairly well known over there. A quick internet search will turn me up."
"N-no... there's no need..."
The hidden blade retracted into Wang Mian's sleeve, and his body relaxed.
It wasn't that he had actually accepted Kraft's story just like that. After seeing that miraculous suit of armor, Wang Mian knew he couldn't beat him, so naturally, whatever Kraft said went.
Besides, with the technology and financial resources the other man had displayed, staging a fake scenario to fool him wouldn't be particularly difficult.
Yet Kraft's next words put Wang Mian on edge all over again.
"So how exactly did you learn the abilities of those assassins in your dreams?"
"What dreams? I don't know what you're talking about."
Wang Mian suppressed his shock and played dumb.
Rolling his eyes helplessly, Kraft tossed a Hoi-Poi Capsule behind him, producing a sofa. He plopped down on it and continued bluntly, "I told you, we're the same person from different worlds. I've dreamed about the Assassin Brotherhood too. It's just..."
He pulled out another hidden blade, countless times