"Ah, this thing is making me itch!"
On the street, Moxiu kept reaching behind himself to scratch his neck, his face twisted in discomfort.
Tang Chuan did not respond. He quietly studied the list Quintessa had compiled of things that might have infiltrated this planet.
Taking the real circumstances into account and after several rounds of big-data analysis, the possibilities with over an eighty percent likelihood had been narrowed down to several dozen.
After all, there were only so many things that dared not attack him head-on yet possessed exceptionally strong stealth capabilities.
Seeing that Tang Chuan was ignoring him, Moxiu could not help saying, "Hey, are you really not scared at all? Both the Resistance Army and the New Order have their eyes on us now! Where exactly does your confidence come from?"
Tang Chuan put away the holographic panel visible only to him, looked at Moxiu, and said, "Stop fishing for information. You're with the Rebel Army, so who are you putting on this act for?"
Moxiu froze for a moment before cursing, "Are you out of your damn mind? They just implanted a chip in my neck that can blow my head apart at any moment. How the hell could I be one of them?
"If I were, I'd have just had them implant one in you too. The Resistance Army is full of snobs. Why implant one in me but not you?
"Damn it, I'm cursed with rotten luck!"
Tang Chuan continued examining Moxiu's expression, but he found no flaw.
He frowned and asked, "Still acting? If you weren't on the same side, would the Resistance Army have let an outsider like you know about the underground passageways?"
Moxiu rolled his eyes at him. "Ugh, my dear Mr. Tang Chuan, let me first send my regards