Whoosh!
Norwell had clearly been well trained. The instant he realized what Fu Qian had said, he sprang up, still looking around unwillingly, and drew his weapon, aiming it at Fu Qian's head.
"Supernatural Power..."
Tommy looked just as shocked. But perhaps age had slowed him down; though his hand moved instinctively, he ultimately didn't take up a defensive stance like his partner.
He didn't even get up from his seat.
"To be honest, after spending so long in Los, I've heard so many outlandish expressions that I've grown a little numb to that term..."
The next moment, he stared Fu Qian straight in the eyes, his expression grave.
"Are you saying that what Claire saw earlier wasn't some magic trick, but was caused by genuine inhuman power?"
"Yeah. Doesn't it look like it?"
Fu Qian wasn't affected by their emotions. As he spoke, he extended his other hand, and another vortex rose up.
The two palms faced each other, complementing one another.
"It does. But that makes your motives even harder to understand."
Though the fantastical scene lasted only a few seconds, it had made quite an impact. Norwell looked ready to pull the trigger at any moment.
Fortunately, Tommy was a steady old hand. He quickly soothed his partner with a look, signaling him to put away his weapon, then turned back to Fu Qian with a puzzled expression.
"If you really are a supernatural being, you should know what it means to use this kind of power on ordinary people. The little bit of money you were paid isn't worth the risk."
"Can't I just be helping someone out?"
Tommy was stating the facts, of course, but Fu Qian still didn't seem to care.
"I'm not going to question your motives... but even so, you were