"How come you've gone quiet?"
Seeing Fang Mo rubbing his forehead and grimacing, Integra pushed up her glasses. "Hmph. I hit the mark, didn't I?"
"Well..."
Seeing Integra's utterly certain and confident expression, Fang Mo was having a hard time keeping a straight face.
If he said she was wrong, every bit of evidence she had cited was true, and surprisingly convincing at that. It almost made him reluctant to expose her.
After all, it had been less than a day.
To investigate his identity, Integra and Walter had probably put in quite a bit of effort.
That was just how people in charge were. Fang Mo, a mere working stiff, only needed to go around having fun, while these directors had it rough. When to investigate Fang Mo's true identity, when to get headaches, when to complain, when to clean up Fang Mo's messes—every one of those things required careful consideration.
Thinking about it that way...
Fang Mo actually felt a little sorry for them.
In Integra, he seemed to see the shadow of Nick Fury from back then.
They were both directors of major foreign organizations, both dark-skinned and hot-tempered, with subordinates who were all highly distinctive freaks.
Of course, if he had to say it...
Nick was still a little smarter than Integra.
"Hmm..."
Having figured that out, Fang Mo stopped hesitating and nodded readily. "I never thought you'd actually uncover all that."
"Huh? What is that supposed to mean?"
The Police Woman beside him looked utterly bewildered when Fang Mo actually admitted it.
"That's right! My true identity really is a Zombie!"
Fang Mo slapped his chest. "And just as you said, I truly am the most terrifying and unsolvable existence among Zombies. My real name is... Wang Jiangchen!"
"Hmph, so I really did guess right."