He was just that honest.
Faced with a uniform, most people tended to feel guilty.
Fu Qian clearly had no such bad habit. He immediately became honest to a frightening degree.
His position just now had not been particularly conspicuous, not to mention that it was nighttime.
Yet the other party had become alert in an instant. That was enough to show that, besides being well-trained, he was probably familiar with this place.
In summary, there was a very high chance that he was not a newcomer and knew the true owner of this uniform.
And he probably had a good idea of what sort of people would be taking a stroll out of the vip area at this hour.
So Fu Qian did not expect to be able to bluff his way through.
And considering what he had done earlier, being discovered by a guard was undoubtedly a serious matter.
At the very least, he would be tied up again and assigned someone to watch over him closely.
If it was more serious, he would be sent straight to the police station and have it entered into his file—wouldn't that be perfect?
Wasn't the mission requirement to leave this place before Judgment Day?
By ordinary reasoning, with so many people in the sanatorium to keep its daily operations running, its daily consumption would be considerable. There had to be transportation channels connecting it to the outside.
Sneaking over the wall was not allowed, but taking legitimate transportation should be fine, right?
Of course, those were merely beautiful fantasies. With the Director around, it was hard to believe he could truly make it through so smoothly.
But that was fine. What Fu Qian wanted to know was precisely how the Director would stop this from happening.
"Is that you?"
Sure