That guy really did whatever he pleased!
Lanaia hadn't expected Fu Qian to say that so bluntly. She hesitated, unsure what to say.
Jia Yi was certainly annoying, but making such an open threat would definitely cause trouble if the academy found out.
Especially since the Sword Participation Institute had already reported them.
But she had to admit, seeing Jia Yi—who'd been sneering and making snide remarks for ages—now unable to get a word out was strangely satisfying.
"Mr. Jia, if there's nothing else, we'll head back and report in."
Lanaia rose with a bright smile and said nothing more.
"How exactly did you figure out Ruan Shuo was suspicious?"
On the way back, Lanaia asked as she drove.
"In the report, Jian Jingzheng practically made you sound like a human demon."
"I was just guessing, really. But desperate times call for desperate measures."
Fu Qian explained the whole process in detail.
"If we'd gotten into a dispute with those people, it probably would've dragged on for ages, so I chose the more efficient approach."
"...What if you'd guessed wrong? Did you even consider the consequences?"
"If I was wrong, then I was wrong."
Fu Qian looked completely unbothered.
"I was just bluffing. If there hadn't been a problem, I wouldn't have actually done anything."
"I could've explained that I'd breathed in too much of the stench over at the Apocalypse and it had addled my brain. I was working for the Party-State, after all. It's not like they could arrest me, right?"
"Uh!"
Lanaia rubbed her forehead, speechless.
"Fine. I'll do my best to help smooth things over when I get back. But from what I know, someone might want to talk to you later, so you'd better be prepared."
"Thanks. Speaking of which, I've got a question.