Listening to these people's analysis, the Fatty showed little on his face, but inside, he was already unsettled. He had fallen back into the vicious cycle of doubt and self-doubt. These teammates were every bit as capable as the ones on the River Goddess's mission.
From the moment they arrived at Su Manor to the moment they reached this spot, no more than twenty minutes had passed. Yet these teammates had pieced together such detailed information from all sorts of insignificant clues. It was truly frightening.
The Fatty also knew that, by Jiang Cheng's usual standards, he rarely spoke before he'd figured out what his teammates were capable of. Most of the time, he simply listened. But this time, he'd spoken to clear up his own confusion—and to test the others' abilities.
The Fatty had guessed correctly, but Jiang Cheng hadn't gotten the answers he wanted. The teammates seemed capable enough, and Jiang Cheng was fairly satisfied. It was just that the few people he most wanted to hear from hadn't said a word.
Luo Tianhe, who claimed to be a fortune-teller, stood tall, his eyes bright and alert. Yuan Shanyuan, dressed in a white martial arts uniform, was leaning back in his chair with his eyes closed, resting. He hadn't taken part in the exchange of information at all.
Bai Yu sat beside Yuan Shanyuan with her head lowered. No one could see her face.
Just as Jiang Cheng was about to look away, his shoulders suddenly shuddered. It felt as if an electric current had shot through his body. He jerked his head up and looked around.
He could clearly feel that something had fixed its gaze on him—a presence so unnaturally cold.
Nothing...
Not here either...
Jiang Cheng tried to look around without giving anything away, but