So pessimistic!
It was clear that Red Dragon was very surprised by Fu Qian's opinion.
As far as he was concerned, Ms. Star's intentions were easy enough to see through, and he was happy to go along with them. He hadn't expected Fu Qian to be so pessimistic.
"Is there a reason?"
He had no qualms about asking for advice, and immediately posed the question in earnest.
"Because of my codename!"
Fu Qian replied with a completely matter-of-fact expression.
"If I were too optimistic, wouldn't that be a poor fit for the name Death Watcher?"
"I'm joking. Just taking a wild guess."
At Red Dragon's somewhat complicated look, Fu Qian's expression turned pleasant in an instant.
"It's getting late. Shouldn't we keep moving?"
Fu Qian didn't have any complaints about the man; he just couldn't be bothered to say much.
As for why he was pessimistic, Fu Qian thought that among the five people on the team, Ms. Star, who seemed calm and upbeat, was actually the most panicked.
The reason was simple: she'd shown the most concern for keeping the group together.
Although they'd reached an uncommon understanding and agreed to keep their personal information hidden, their words had made it clear that they'd all just arrived here.
If they really were veterans like him, then in a situation like this, the reactions of Death Row and Qing would have been the most normal.
They'd keep their distance and cautiously assess the situation instead of immediately starting to play house.
So Ms. Star's behavior served no purpose beyond making it clear that I really want to keep this team together, in the hope of winning a little sympathy.
And judging from Qing's behavior, Fu Qian seriously doubted how much sympathy she had left to give.
"We should get