Yuan Gang was slightly taken aback by Lin Qiye's request, then a trace of appreciation appeared in his eyes.
"Since some things have already happened, they can't be changed. Even if you know, you won't be able to change anything."
"I know." Lin Qiye nodded calmly.
Before, he had never thought there was anything strange about the captain or Wu Xiangnan. But after facing Han Shaoyun this time, he increasingly felt that the two of them were anything but ordinary.
Lin Qiye had not heard all of Chen Muye and Han Shaoyun's conversation clearly, but he had caught several key words: "Shangjing City," "disappearance," "Black Wuchang," and "ten years." From that alone, it was clear that Chen Muye's identity was anything but simple.
The two scars on Wu Xiangnan's hand also puzzled him. What kind of injury could not be erased even by resurrection? And from Chen Muye's scattered remarks, Wu Xiangnan's past seemed to have been rather glorious as well.
Not only him—the other members of Team 136 seemed to know nothing about these two men's pasts either. Lin Qiye wanted to understand them better, not only to ease the doubts in his heart, but more importantly, because he hoped he could help them someday.
He had always remembered the captain and Wu Xiangnan's kindness toward him.
Most importantly, Lin Qiye's instincts told him that Chen Muye's story was definitely not simple. It likely involved the Night Watchmen's core secrets. If that was the case, then their current peace... might only be temporary.
Only by lifting the fog around him could they prepare for the future.
"Forget it. What happened to those two isn't exactly a secret. Some of the older Night Watchmen know a little about it, so there's no harm in telling you." Yuan Gang pondered for