Zhao Han raised her hand. "My Seed said this was done by some idiots."
"Mm, not bad." Wenren Sheng smiled. "Did it say who those idiots were?"
"No." Zhao Han shook her head regretfully.
"Did it say just how stupid they were?" Wu Shanshan asked. "Were they even stupider than you?"
"My Seed said they were definitely stupider than me," Zhao Han replied at once. "And they were very bad too. At the very least, I could never do something like this, especially not in front of so many big shots."
"Mm, that narrows the targets down to a very small range." Wu Shanshan looked thoughtful.
"Wait, Sister Shanshan, why do I feel like there's something very wrong with what you said?" Zhao Han asked in confusion.
"There's nothing wrong with it. You don't need to keep feeling it out." Wang Wenwen sighed and patted her shoulder.
"They really are stupid." Wenren Sheng looked southward.
"You seem to know who they are?" Wu Shanshan asked, her lively eyes full of puzzlement.
"There's no evidence yet. There's no point in saying it." Wenren Sheng said nothing more.
"They were somewhat clever. They left very few traces." Wu Shanshan nodded. "But I found something as well."
"Go ahead."
Zhao Han listened carefully. She had already realized that everyone was treating her as the benchmark for stupidity...
She had to listen closely. She had to find something no one else had seen and prove that she was not someone who only relied on her Seed.
"I detected some Ancient Aura of Fear. I think the Backstage Black Hands must have been contaminated with that aura when they summoned the giant. If we find the suspects, I can use it to provide supporting proof." Wu Shanshan spoke seriously.
"Very good. That's equivalent to having