Good. Everything connected.
What was even more interesting was that no matter how many layers separated it from the truth, the connections themselves were not really wrong.
That incident back then had indeed been manipulated by the King of Prison Break.
Seated in the vip section, Fu Qian naturally found the close-quarters brawl before him quite entertaining, and sighed over how honesty truly was a one-hit kill.
It was not even the sort of honesty enforced by this place's ban on lying. Merely their unusual lack of enthusiasm for lying in their current states had led these two, who were clearly at each other's throats, to join forces today and uncover one of the shadows hanging over Shangjing.
"I really was a little off back then, but I wasn't lying. I truly didn't know what that thing was."
After a brief silence, Jiang En even continued being honest, sharing what had gone through his mind at the time.
"Actually, what you did caused me a great deal of trouble... A curse has been entangling me ever since, even now."
But after only a couple of sentences, his temper inevitably flared, clearly as he recalled his own predicament.
"So you're turning around and blaming me? That really is your style."
Taylor of the South was naturally not one to let things slide. He immediately gave a strange mocking laugh, pointing out that Jiang En was still talking tough even now.
"If you didn't know what that thing was, why would I have come after you?"
As the saying went, the more muddled someone was, the sharper they became. Brother Taylor was sleepwalking, yet his rebuttal somehow grew ever more fresh and unconventional.
The sheer force of the logic behind "why did he hit you instead of someone else?" was surely