"He had quite a bit of equipment on him. He's a cunning Hua Country man..."
The Black man in sunglasses spoke coldly.
He was still puzzled. He had clearly seen Ji Yan's face, so why did he have no memory of it? He had subconsciously assumed Ji Yan was another Player, only to be ambushed by such a clumsy trick and have one of his fingers severed...
He looked at his bleeding index finger.
The loss of a finger was hardly a serious injury to him.
But he had a feeling it wasn't that simple...
"It doesn't matter."
King Arthur smiled coldly. "After all, we're not the only two who have our eyes on him."
Meanwhile, Ji Yan escaped from the hotel.
Under the night sky, [Grotesque Town] was brightly illuminated by moonlight, yet terrifyingly silent. The streets and alleys were completely deserted, like a town that had been forgotten.
Inside an inconspicuous alley, Ji Yan hid in the darkness.
His nerves remained taut. He could clearly sense that an unseen pair of eyes was still tracking him...
Then, Ji Yan caught a scent—one that was extremely similar to his own!
Immediately afterward, those eyes seemed to be drawn away by that scent...
"Why is there a scent so similar to mine?" Ji Yan wondered.
Placing a hand over his face, Ji Yan switched the [Forgetting Mask] on his face to the [Mask of Lies].
"What the hell... why are so many people suddenly watching me?"
"Who's targeting me this time?"
Though he was used to the constitution of the God of Misfortune, he really couldn't take this sort of thing in a Tier 9 dungeon.
Ji Yan did not know the answer, but the severed finger in his hand would most likely provide one...
He had originally aimed