Su Gao looked rather disheveled, but she didn't seem to have any injuries.
And the fact that she'd realized she was still standing here safe and sound without showing any surprise was enough to prove her mind was steady.
It seemed the illusion hadn't affected her much.
In that case, the reason she'd been staggering was probably that she'd been too close to him when he roared.
But there was nothing he could do about that. This wasn't a game where he could turn off friendly fire.
And it wasn't just her—the nonhuman guy in the distance wasn't doing well, either.
Three of his four limbs were covered in wounds, and blood was even seeping from the spiral eye on his head.
He was curled up in a corner, looking thoroughly dispirited.
After the illusion had been broken, everything around them had returned to how it had looked inside the tower before. He had nowhere left to run.
"Who exactly are you?"
Having suffered serious injuries, the man finally stopped keeping quiet and pretending to be an expert.
Unexpectedly, unlike his appearance, his voice sounded perfectly normal. He sounded like an ordinary middle-aged man.
Who am I?
Why do villains always like asking that question?
Fu Qian snorted and gave Su Gao a look.
"Tell him who I am."
Su Gao was stunned for quite a while before she understood.
"Mr. Fu is a special operations consultant for the Night Watchers."
After trying hard to remember, she finally spoke, her tone like she was reciting a lesson.
"Expert level."
Very good. Thorough, too. She'd covered all the important points.
Fu Qian looked approving, as if he were watching the star student in class answer every question flawlessly.
"Got it?"
He turned back to the nonhuman guy, who seemed a