He really hadn't let himself down.
The suspected Night Watcher was a middle-aged woman with a stern face.
After leaving the scene, her movements had been noticeably strange.
Specifically, she neither used her powers to search for anyone connected to the incident nor hurried back to report. Instead, she acted much like Old Man San Hao had earlier.
She moved cautiously and erratically, crossing several streets before finally arriving at an unremarkable building and entering through a side door.
Fu Qian, who had followed along to pay a visit, easily confirmed that it was just an ordinary home. It was rather old, but hardly luxurious.
The difference in treatment was immediately apparent. Unlike Old Man San Hao, who had been turned away three times, the stern woman was warmly welcomed the moment she arrived and ushered into a room.
In this place, hidden in plain sight, someone was already waiting for her—and it was even someone who looked vaguely familiar: one of the three people who had run out of the club when it was struck by lightning.
He was also the oldest of them. The thick handlebar mustache on either side of his upper lip had already begun to turn white.
That wasn't even his most notable feature. He was one of the two supernatural beings there.
It had to be said, this was quite interesting. It was perfectly normal for the Night Watchers to take an interest in a mysterious club with supernatural beings involved. It wouldn't even be strange for them to develop an informant there.
But for that informant to be a supernatural being himself was somewhat counterintuitive.
After all, betraying one's own class had never been easy.
That was the Night Watchers for you. They'd led him to Old Man San Hao and his companions,