The True-Face Art
She had indeed deliberately plagiarized Chief Yuan's line.
As a rising demigod among the Night Watchers, Su Gao was constantly hunting down criminals and undoubtedly enjoyed a considerable degree of clearance.
But compared with Chief Yuan, a seasoned master of slacking off, whether she made use of that privilege at every opportunity was another question.
Fortunately, Fu Qian was a special operations consultant for the Night Watchers, so planning a little trip was no challenge for him.
"Has that die been working well lately?"
Not long after, the two were already talking aboard an Aerial Transport, with no one else around.
The food in front of Su Gao was still crisp cakes.
Knowing how responsible she was, Fu Qian had only used some lab funds to buy snacks on the way, without wasting much time.
Now, as he ate some of the food in front of Su Gao, he casually caught up with her.
Come to think of it, the last time they'd met was when he'd tried to descend from the Nightmare Corridor into the real world.
She'd volunteered to enter the dream, and he'd told her not to take the bounty on the Frost Demigod.
"Pretty well. I was already planning to head back when I got the assignment from the council."
By comparison, Su Gao had much better table manners. In response to Fu Qian's concern, she swallowed her food and nodded slightly.
Just as expected, the urgent task that had come up hadn't given the criminal supernatural being they'd originally been pursuing any more chance to escape.
With such diligence, it was easy to imagine that this young woman, only a few years older than him, had already amassed quite a fortune.
"You didn't go see Yuan Shan?"
After remarking that every talented