"Yes, but we wouldn't go so far as to blow up our own place."
As Fu Qian expressed his satisfaction with how things were unfolding, he could hear that the mustached man next door was under considerable pressure. He hurried to explain.
The Night Watcher's follow-up question had clearly carried a deeper meaning. After all, people in their line of work found it hard to believe in coincidences without a reason.
The suspicious person just happened to be the club's research subject. That mutual interest was almost too dramatic.
"That's true..."
But the mustached man's explanation was also logical, and the stern Lady was soon convinced.
The whole thing was certainly suspicious, but it was hard to see what motive the private club could have for secretly arranging it.
They had suffered losses themselves, then made a fuss about it and drawn the Night Watchers' attention.
"I understand what's going on here. Make sure you confirm that tourist's whereabouts. If necessary, I'll get in touch with him."
After a few more brief exchanges, the stern Lady had a basic grasp of the situation. She gave a quick instruction and left.
"Understood. He's got a few more days here. For now, he's agreed to continue according to the original plan, then come by the club during his free time... I've also assigned someone specifically to keep an eye on him."
The mustached man readily agreed. He sounded cautious and thorough, and once the Lady had actually left, he let out a long sigh.
He even sat there in silence for a long while without moving. Only after letting out a second sigh did he get up and open the door.
This...
The next moment, he froze with one hand on the doorknob, staring at the figure beneath the window, its back