In the end, Fu Qian still chose a gentler approach.
After waiting a little, Gan Zuoxun finally stood up and walked calmly toward the restroom.
The sorrow of middle-aged men!
Fu Qian sighed, not at all surprised.
As the saying went, there were two things a man must never let swell: his ego and his prostate.
And at this man's age, the second one was hard to avoid.
Fu Qian calculated the timing. Once enough time had passed, he quietly stepped forward and activated Clear Dream.
Based on his previous experience, when someone was inside a dream he had created, their state of mind was also affected to some extent. They were more honest than usual.
"Who are you?"
The next moment, Gan Zuoxun, who was adjusting his appearance in front of the mirror, sensed something strange.
He turned his head and saw that someone had appeared beside him at some point.
"An old Chinese doctor."
Fu Qian answered the man's question casually.
"...Is it because of those rumors?"
Gan Zuoxun stared in astonishment for a few seconds, then seemed to realize something.
"Are you a Night Watcher?"
"No, but you catch on pretty quickly."
Fu Qian complimented him.
"Heh. Ordinary people can fool themselves, but I can't."
Gan Zuoxun chuckled and shook his head, glancing around.
"Am I in reality right now, or is all of this an illusion?"
"Don't worry. You're not in any danger. I just wanted to ask you a few questions."
Fu Qian gestured for him to relax.
"All right. I'll cooperate fully."
"I thought you'd first try to figure out who I am."
"Is there any need?"
Gan Zuoxun smiled meaningfully.
"This is City Hall. You were able to get in here and have this conversation with me. That means I'm utterly powerless