As it turned out, the Night Watchers had more than enough people to spare lately.
Not long after leaving the theater, Fu Qian realized he was being watched—by two people.
One of them was even an Intermediate Tier.
"Do we really need two of us watching this guy? He looks like nothing but a charlatan who puts on airs and scares people!"
Seeing things unfold as he'd expected, Fu Qian was in high spirits. He took the initiative to lead his two watchers on a stroll, casually eavesdropping on their conversation behind him.
The Night Watchers following him were an old man and a young man. Judging by the way they addressed each other, they weren't in a strictly superior-subordinate relationship.
The older one was called Old Joe. He was somewhat stronger and more steady, with the air of a veteran guiding a rookie.
His junior, Jimmy, was the one complaining.
At that moment, under Fu Qian's lead, they were strolling together through the streets of Dunis at an exceedingly leisurely pace, soaking up the atmosphere before the festival.
"Just focus on doing your job. Don't overthink it."
In response to Jimmy's complaint, Old Joe displayed the composure of a seasoned veteran, steadying morale at once.
"Given the situation, we can't let anything unusual slip by."
"I know. The problem is, this guy's just wandering around in a mask. How are we supposed to confirm who he is? How long do we have to follow him?"
"Come to think of it, he's wrapped up from head to toe. Could he be sick himself? Is that why he warned his acquaintances?"
"Probably not. If that were the case, the Chief would have noticed. He'd have had the man detained immediately."
Old Joe sounded somewhat hesitant in response to Jimmy's guess.
"But