Satisfied, yes, but perhaps a little too satisfied.
When you started baring your heart in front of a group of con artists, they wouldn't study whether your sincerity was genuine, because they knew it definitely wasn't. They would only care how much falsehood was mixed into this so-called sincerity.
Long Jing was such a fiercely competitive con artist, yet after failing in front of her, he had actually begun honestly sharing information. Did that make sense?
Not even ghosts would believe it.
Zhen Xin naturally didn't believe it, but that didn't stop her from extracting some key information from what the other party said to guide the History School's future work.
Li Jingming didn't believe it either. Ever since he had fused with Deception, he had discovered a universal truth: there was no con artist who didn't lie.
Even if the other party was absolutely trustworthy, as long as he was a con artist, at least nine parts of what he said had to be true and one part false.
So there was no possibility of there being no lies. It only depended on how much falsehood had been mixed in.
He silently memorized Hour Hand's information, and a hint of appreciation appeared in his gaze toward Long Jing. It seemed that this acrobat's deception skills had indeed improved through training.
Just as the four people at the scene began exchanging information, someone else arrived.
The newcomer was dressed in the same black robe and mask, a familiar outfit and a remarkable tacit understanding.
But when he approached and discovered that not a single person present was concealing themselves... he froze completely.
Just then, Zhen Xin suddenly began laughing strangely.
"Hee~
Another one."
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Even though the three people present had long known that the person before them