Qiu Ming was fairly skilled. Though he was still far below the standards of the Emergency Response Squad, his job itself was not particularly dangerous. Combined with his harmless appearance, his current abilities were actually more than enough.
That was also why Qiu Ming was somewhat lacking in vigilance. He had been the hunter for too long—so long that he believed he could always control the situation. Even when Zhang Heng and Electronic Sheep came looking for him, Qiu Ming's first reaction was only that they were a bit troublesome. Not that taking them down would be troublesome, but that dealing with the aftermath would be. He had never imagined that he would actually stumble this time, so he could not resist saying a few more words. Unexpectedly, those words only brought trouble upon himself.
Now, the Small Knife was very close to his windpipe, and Qiu Ming could smell death. Yet even at a time like this, he still controlled his emotions without breaking down or showing much fear. Even Electronic Sheep could not help but admire him a little.
"I completely understand your concerns, but please believe that I'm doing this for your own good. You're already in a very dangerous position. Continuing this investigation will not do you any good," Qiu Ming said sincerely.
"Why? Are you worried we'll expose the existence of Type II Clones, cause everyone to panic, and ultimately force you to release the list of all Clones?" Electronic Sheep asked.
"Mm... that outcome would indeed be terrible and regrettable. But believe me, there are things even worse than that," Qiu Ming said. "So why not stop here? It would be good for both sides. I can guarantee that Xu Qian won't be in any personal danger."
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