A Perilous Performance

Lin Yu had already seen through it. The Director of the Heresy Inquisition had apparently overestimated his own strength because of the "Golden Cross Medal."

From the director's attitude, it was not difficult to infer that the old man clearly believed himself stronger than A'yu.

Since that was the case...

Lin Yu naturally made use of this point, intervening in the negotiations with the director in an even more forceful manner.

Sure enough, when the director heard Lin Yu say that, he instead fell into hesitation. His expression shifted, unlike when he had spoken with A'yu, when he had seemed completely unwilling to communicate.

He looked at Lin Yu. Although his expression remained grim, his words softened.

"Sir Schreiber, you really are mistaken... Although I may look injured, it's impossible to wear me down to death."

"On the contrary, if this drags on, you'll be the ones at a disadvantage."

As the director spoke, Lin Yu narrowed his eyes.

The fact that he was willing to talk proved that, in the director's eyes, A'yu had no way to "break the deadlock."

Therefore, she had no right to negotiate.

But Lin Yu might be able to break the situation, or interfere with some subsequent plan of his.

With that thought, Lin Yu continued maintaining his superior stance.

"I'm rather curious where you got your confidence."

At the same time, Lin Yu urged Old Zheng again.

"Check this place one more time for anything strange... I need to see where exactly this old man's confidence comes from."

"No problem, Boss. Though I don't think I'll find anything either."

The director lay on the ground, facing Lin Yu in a standoff. The old man also stared at him, trying to find a flaw in his expression or eyes.

After a long while, he