Wang Ye sat calmly across from Fox, studying him carefully.
He tried to find some clue on him.
But this guy was too cautious.
Even his clothes were the most ordinary mass-produced goods of this era. Though he wore a suit, there was nothing eye-catching about it.
Even the mask was not some specially made magical artifact. Its craftsmanship was utterly ordinary.
He sat there properly, revealing no additional information whatsoever.
Did people who liked mind games all enjoy wearing masks this much?
Wang Ye stared at Fox for a long time before suddenly saying, "We've met."
"Mm, we have."
Fox nodded without hesitation and picked up where Wang Ye had left off.
That only made Wang Ye less confident.
He had merely wanted to bluff Fox. If Fox showed any surprise or other emotion, Wang Ye could use that reaction to determine whether this guy had met him before.
But Fox admitted it so openly that Wang Ye instead became doubtful.
"When did we meet?"
Wang Ye quickly asked in return.
Fox gave Wang Ye a curious glance, seemingly somewhat puzzled. "Didn't you say you'd met me? Then you should be the one answering that."
"Oh, I remembered wrong. We've never met at all."
Wang Ye shook his head.
Fox shifted into a more comfortable position. "Then we haven't met."
The two of them seemed to have exchanged a pile of nonsensical drivel, but beneath the surface, they had already traded several moves without leaving a trace.
Judging by the final outcome, Fox won.
"So, what brings Boss Wang to my humble abode?"
Fox picked up the teacup on the table and poured himself a cup. He did not forget to slide one toward Wang Ye as well, speaking unhurriedly.
Wang Ye seemed to have a headache as he