Seeing Through the Cheat—The Mastermind Behind the Scenes!
Zhang Guangmu's words gave Long Xiaofan a start.
His mental fortitude was impressive. His expression remained natural and utterly unruffled, still wearing that brazen, arrogant look.
Long Xiaofan forced himself to stay calm, planning to bring up a major topic immediately to divert Zhang Guangmu's attention.
But Zhang Guangmu's tongue was sharper than his, and he spoke first: "Normally, people wear contact lenses to correct their vision, show off with colored lenses, or conceal the original color of their irises."
"Surely you didn't put in these contact lenses for some bizarre reason like, 'If I don't wear them, anyone I glance at will die'?"
Zhang Guangmu looked Long Xiaofan up and down, folded his arms across his chest, tilted his head, and tapped his elbow with his index finger. In the tone of an amateur detective enthusiast, he analyzed, "Yama's Eyes aren't Medusa's eyes. You said they could observe lifespans, take away lifespans, and read other people's fates. I believe that."
"As for anything else, forget it."
"If these eyes were really that powerful, you would've stared me to death already. Would you really have kindly put in contact lenses just because you were afraid of hurting me?"
At that, Long Xiaofan put on a stern face, but began to panic a little.
He wasn't afraid of the Xuanxian Group's martial force, but Zhang Guangmu's demonstrated intelligence had faintly given him an ominous premonition.
He wanted to interrupt Zhang Guangmu, but when the words reached his lips, he suddenly felt that doing so would make him look guilty.
Against any other opponent, such a negligible flaw would naturally be nothing worth mentioning.
But the person standing before Long Xiaofan was the highest authority of the Xuanxian Group—a man whose luck was outrageously