Was Supervisor He a fanatical believer in an evil god?
Before Jiang Qiao could speak, the middle-aged man had already shouted sternly, "At a time like this, you're still trying to throw dirt on the supervisor and muddy the waters so you can escape?"
"Everyone!"
He bowed to the three of them.
"This man is a spy from another city. He's skilled at honeyed words and deceiving people. Now that he's realized his identity has been exposed, he's making a desperate struggle, attempting to slander the supervisor and confuse everyone."
"Everyone here is a powerful figure of this age."
"I hope you'll see through his scheme."
With that said.
He bowed again.
His movements were mechanical and precise, and his expression was undeniably respectful.
However.
For some reason.
His posture inexplicably reminded Jiang Qiao of certain people from before he transmigrated whose "spirit of bowing" had reached its peak.
Besides.
Whether the person in your family is a believer in an evil god has nothing to do with me.
You're making it look as though I'm on your side.
Jiang Qiao shook his head.
He said, "None of that matters. There are some things I want to ask you. I'll ask, and you answer. Don't waste your breath."
"Yes!"
The middle-aged man saw that Jiang Qiao's tone was calm.
He was delighted inwardly.
This person might not be one of those evil-god believers, but he seemed to have no great hostility toward them either.
Otherwise.
If he had heard that Supervisor He was a believer in an evil god, he wouldn't have remained so indifferent.
That was excellent!
Of course.
Did he think Jiang Qiao might be pretending? The middle-aged man thought that unlikely. With the other party's strength, and with him already captured, there was no need to put