Once Gecko accepted the fact that Chen Zhong had indeed told him everything of his own accord, Lu Xin continued:
"This time, they came to Qinggang to steal that painting. However, he didn't know who had commissioned them or whom they were supposed to hand the payment to. That was the rule of their team: they placed complete trust in Qin Ran and didn't ask about anything they shouldn't."
"Besides stealing the painting, they seemed to have two secondary missions."
"First, for this mission, they bought a weapon called the ten-thousand-level 'Weeping Boy mental pollution bomb' from an organization. Apparently, the weapon was still an experimental product, so when they used it, they also had to record the bomb's specific data and hand it over to the organization that sold it to them. That counted as completing another commission."
"However, since Qin Ran had been the one to contact that organization, he didn't know anything about it."
"..."
"A mental pollution bomb?"
Gecko pondered for a moment after hearing the name. "The one we dealt with back then?"
Lu Xin nodded. "That's the one. But we defused the bomb ahead of time, so he said that mission had failed. According to Qin Ran, the bomb would only detonate once the mental level gathered reached ten thousand..."
He paused, then said, "Only then would it count as a success."
Gecko knew why Lu Xin's voice had grown heavier. They both remembered the many corpses beneath the South Wall.
"Those damn bastards!"
Gecko cursed.
Lu Xin nodded. "They really are bastards!"
"This bunch of bastards is even more detestable than those raiding knight orders running rampant across the wilderness..."
Gecko cursed again before asking, "What about the third mission?"
This time, it was Lu Xin's turn to fall silent. After a while,