The time had come. Was he finally preparing to deliver a fatal blow head-on?
That assessment was perfectly reasonable. After all, from the way things looked, Brother Lui had clearly gained the upper hand.
He obviously had no intention of leaving anyone room for an elegant, roundabout approach.
He'd openly admitted that he could monitor my actions, and brought everyone here along the way, all to prove that the story I'd told earlier was a lie.
Fu Qian understood Lui's intentions all too well.
Now that Lui had finished telling his story and gained the upper hand, he could directly expose the contradiction between their two accounts in the most pointed way possible. That would leave Fu Qian as little room as possible to find another way out and turn the tables.
Unless Fu Qian's account was thoroughly discredited, the audience would never stop wavering between the two versions.
Whatever happened, Fu Qian had no choice but to face this head-on.
Things were very close to what he'd expected.
Lui was still clearheaded. The moment Fu Qian had left, Lui had realized that even if people were already biased, laying everything on the table was his only option.
And Fu Qian wasn't surprised by the way he'd chosen to do it: Lui had hidden the truth about their shared understanding and focused on exposing Fu Qian's lies.
Combined with his demonstration of how much control he had over this place, it was clear that the approach had worked very well.
And now it was Fu Qian's turn to respond.
"Thank you all for your concern."
In the tense, heavy air, Fu Qian turned around, his gaze passing over Li He and the other two in turn.
Unfortunately, despite his unchanging smile and words of thanks, the three still didn't