"Do all you Night Watchmen train as hard as you do?"
Under the blazing sun, An Qingyu sat in the shade of a tree, watching the sweat-soaked Lin Qiye. He could not help asking.
Lin Qiye dragged his exhausted body into the shade and sat down. He casually took the towel handed over by one of the prisoner lackeys and began wiping off his sweat. A faint smile tugged at his lips, and a look of reminiscence appeared in his eyes.
"Our training back then was far harsher than this."
An Qingyu shrugged. "I still prefer mental work... The Night Watchmen really aren't suited for me."
Lin Qiye glanced at him. After hesitating for a moment, he still asked, "If we really manage to get out of here, what are you planning to do? I should remind you that you're still a violent superpowered criminal serving your sentence. If you really break out of prison, your crimes will only become worse—you'll be a fugitive violent superpowered criminal. It might not be enough to draw a squad at Spirit Medium's level to hunt you down, but living like a normal person will be nearly impossible. ...Do you really want to hide in the sewers for the rest of your life?"
An Qingyu froze, a lost expression surfacing in his eyes...
After hesitating for a long time, he shook his head. "I don't know... We'll talk about the future when it comes."
Lin Qiye silently sighed. He did not try to persuade him any further, merely raising his head to check the time on the clock tower before slowly standing up.
"You're a genius. I know that better than anyone. The sewers aren't where you belong... Think carefully about your own affairs." Lin Qiye waved to An Qingyu and headed straight toward