"Bullshit! Just look at you. You're trapped here just like us."
There was no doubt that Fu Qian's question provoked a strong reaction.
Huang Lezhan, especially—the one who'd failed to intimidate him earlier—immediately jumped in to voice his doubts.
But as everyone knew, dispelling a seeker's suspicions was the first principle of becoming a charlatan.
For a seasoned professional like Fu Qian, it came as naturally as breathing.
"That's right. You don't have to believe me."
The next moment, he casually agreed with the man.
"What else do you want to know?"
As Huang Lezhan was struck speechless, Lady Miranda—the least entangled in the team's relationships—didn't waste the opportunity.
Not only did she say outright that she believed him, she even took the initiative to ask what he wanted in return.
Of course, she didn't offer actual money, or something potentially more valuable, like a Supernatural Item.
In a place like this, with people like these, and someone who knew the way out yet wasn't in a hurry to leave, it was clear that winning him over wouldn't be easy.
Miranda's response showed that she'd considered how he knew her name and had asked about her from the start. She was inclined to think her information was more useful to him.
That was certainly a fairly clear-headed assessment. But her excessively bold concession still made the other participants in the secret operation somewhat uneasy.
On the one hand, they instinctively disliked information being leaked. On the other, they worried that someone else had been the first to name a price.
"Very good."
Fu Qian was quite pleased with her cooperation. Under the doubtful stares of the group, he didn't waste time by taking her aside to talk privately or anything like that.
"When did Huang Zhixun go missing?"
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