"Hey, now's not the time to fool around."
Tsukikage Hoshi quickly stopped Fang Cheng, afraid he'd say something that would make everyone see red.
She didn't believe this guy's intelligence could possibly surpass that of all four of them combined, or that he could come up with a good idea.
Judging by how unserious he usually was, he was probably thinking of another way to make a dirty joke.
"I'm kindly trying to help you out, and you call it fooling around? Don't you know I have a nickname—Tokyo Smarty-Pants—and I specialize in solving tricky problems like this?"
"You made that nickname up just now, didn't you? And you even got the idiom wrong. How dare you call yourself a smarty-pants?"
"Landlady, how about we make a bet?"
Fang Cheng said to Tsukikage Hoshi, "If I really can solve this, you'll agree to do one thing for me."
Tsukikage Hoshi vaguely sensed a trap. Could this guy really have a solution?
She didn't want to agree, but when she saw her sister looking like she was about to blow her top, she immediately smiled sweetly. "Sure. What are we betting?"
"Don't worry. It'll definitely be something you can do."
Fang Cheng turned to Oni Yunjie. "Have you thought it over? If you agree to my condition, I think my method can help you."
"Fine. I agree."
Oni Yunjie agreed without hesitation. She didn't even ask what his method was before saying, "As long as it's something I can do, I won't let Mr. Fang down."
"Don't worry. It's nothing unreasonable."
Fang Cheng smiled and stated what he wanted. "I just need to get a close look at the Ghost Lord's corpse and touch it. I came all this way to Iron-Cast Palace; it'd be a shame not to see the