"You bastard... You set me up!"
At that moment, it was almost as if the sound of the scales tipping could be heard.
At Taylor's furious outburst, the five fingers that had been tightly wrapped around the head cage snapped back as if burned.
Clearly, he had finally made up his mind about whether the head cage was a bargaining chip or poisoned bait.
The other party had handed over such an item far too readily. Something about it had felt off from the start.
Especially after revealing his identity. Given this guy's personality, how could he have been so easily threatened?
The worst part was that Taylor had thought he had the situation under control.
And the guy had even pretended to try to snatch it back just now, further muddling his judgment until Taylor had willingly clutched the thing in his hands.
"That's strange. I was just minding my own business over here, and happened to use the cage to collect a blood sample. How does that mean I set you up?"
Unfortunately, Taylor's anger clearly wasn't going to do him any good.
The Great Fortune Ming King, seated there, refuted him with ever greater clarity, unhurried and composed.
"Did I force you to take the cage?"
The claim about leaving a mark was, of course, nonsense. But it would be exceedingly difficult to disprove, especially with Taylor already so on edge from repeated emotional manipulation that he no longer had the composure to hold on to that belief.
And the reason for saying all this was simple.
Based on his previous experience and the negotiator's advice, Fu Qian had decided to take control of this dream as efficiently as possible by extending the story beyond the dreamer's control.
From the initial suspicion to the later probing,