The moment Little Illusion finished speaking, a giant hand appeared, glowing with white light, and pressed the Fierce Tiger down.
What followed was a full package of rubbing, kneading, pinching, and groping...
A moment later, when the Fierce Tiger vanished, its eyes showed an expression of immense relief.
Everyone turned to look at Luo Yan.
"Brother Luo, so you're the true expert!" The balding middle-aged man beside him was instantly overjoyed.
The surrounding spectators also crowded over.
"An expert! What kind of move was that? It looked like the Tathagata Palm?"
"That must have been the Great Thunderclap Hand?"
"No, no, I think it was the Great Handprint. Such a huge palm—Big Cat was kneaded into complete submission."
How could Luo Yan possibly know what it was? He could only smile mysteriously.
Over the past half year, whenever people asked how he had found clues or how he had known someone was the culprit, he had acted like this most of the time.
"Thank you, thank you for your help, brother." At that moment, the shaken youth surnamed Liu came over and cupped his hands in salute.
"Think nothing of it, think nothing of it," Luo Yan replied politely.
One should not strike a smiling face. Although the other party had nearly caused a death, since nothing had happened, Luo Yan did not want to pursue the matter.
Some detectives liked to get to the bottom of everything, but most sensible detectives knew when to stop.
Those who dug too deeply often died quickly. After Reverse Selection, the ones who survived while still possessing that tendency were all master detectives.
Just as this was said, two more men stepped onto the theater stage. Both were tall and burly, solidly built, with straight backs and heights nearing two meters, like iron