I had to admit, Ji Liushuang was a master of Extreme Pressure.
In just a few short sentences, she had cranked the emotional pressure to the limit, then fallen silent and fixed him with a steady gaze.
Most people would have found it hard to withstand that pressure and would have spilled everything they knew.
Unfortunately for her, Fu Qian wasn't just anyone—and he genuinely didn't know.
In the end, faced with her suggestion, Fu Qian lowered his gaze and remained silent, actually counting to thirty.
"Sorry, I don't mind helping you, but I really don't know the answer to your question."
After counting, he spoke slowly, facing Ji Liushuang's still-perfect expression.
"I only joined recently. Most of the time, I'm just there to make up the numbers, like in today's operation."
"You can make your move. Life is full of surprises, isn't it?"
After saying that, he didn't even get up. He looked resigned, as if ready to let her do whatever she wanted.
Fu Qian's reaction had clearly caught her off guard. Ji Liushuang stared at his face without speaking, but her grip on her sword tightened slightly.
"Sorry to have bothered you."
After a long while, amid the suffocating silence, Ji Liushuang turned her hand lightly and put away her slender sword. At the same time, she stood up.
It was clear she had decided not to strike.
Of course, whether she believed Fu Qian truly didn't know, or had lost this battle of wills, was hard to say.
"This meeting will be kept strictly confidential. No one else will know about it."
With a faint sigh, she rose and left, having gained nothing she'd hoped for, but without any further fuss.
Whether it was Fu Qian or anything else in the room, she seemed to