Our thinking couldn't be rigid. The usual script for going undercover was to be kind to others and endure humiliation and hardship, only revealing your true identity at the last moment for a dramatic reversal. Fu Qian had no intention of copying that.
After all, when I finally revealed myself, it was usually just another fake identity.
And as I said before, one thing had nothing to do with the other. Fu Qian had no issue with the current project's rates, but the question of expenses still needed to be dealt with.
When you were away from home, food, clothing, lodging, and transportation all cost money.
And when it came to efficiency, numbers, and influence... where could be more suitable than here?
Ah—
The customer had actually come back again, and ordered an even more thrilling service.
It was clear this was a situation the staff didn't encounter very often.
After about three seconds of stunned silence, the nearest one finally reacted and stepped forward. A short dagger with a distinctly local style was half-visible at his waist.
But the sound hadn't come from him. It came from the bespectacled man opposite, who hadn't even stood up yet.
The exposed dagger had spent less than half a second in its sheath before Fu Qian drew it.
It wasn't even sharpened, which showed just how practiced these people were at skirting the law.
But that still wasn't a problem for Fu Qian. He didn't even need to unleash strength beyond that of an ordinary person to pin the arm holding the money to the table with the dagger.
Ah—
The screaming had already become contagious by the time blood appeared.
"Hurry up."
Fu Qian paid no attention to it, merely reminding the man to be efficient.
He also casually pinned another