Yang Ling circled Wen Qingyao several times, until his scrutiny made her visibly uncomfortable.
"I don't believe Ding Zong is the one backing you. I don't think that useless bastard has what it takes. He just handed you 380,000 Transaction Points?"
"100,000 Transaction Points can buy a First-Rate Internal Skill. I don't need to tell you how valuable Transaction Points are, do I?"
"With how broke Ding Zong looks, I'd believe he had 380,000 Transaction Points. But I don't believe he'd trust you enough to hand them over just to lull me into letting my guard down."
Chen Zhiming laughed. "You're right not to believe her. I don't believe a single word this woman says either.
"She even said this mission was easy, with a ninety percent chance of success."
Wen Qingyao glanced at him. "The other ten percent-the chance of failure-was down to you. And now we've seen it play out.
"Was I wrong?"
Chen Zhiming was momentarily speechless. He snorted and said nothing more.
"Luo Kai, everything I've said is true. I just have no way to prove it right now."
Wen Qingyao spoke.
"How many points of Mental Power do you have?"
Yang Ling suddenly asked.
Wen Qingyao looked hesitant, but given their current circumstances, she still answered quietly:
"3,000."
3,000? Who knows whether that's true or false? She might have a skill related to lying.
Yang Ling thought for a moment. "I don't know whether you're telling the truth, so I'll assume you're lying."
Wen Qingyao tried to explain.
But Yang Ling gave her no chance:
"If I kill you two, the mission difficulty will go up another sixty percent. That's true, right?"
Wen Qingyao said nothing.
Chen Zhiming nodded. "That's true."
"Fine. Then I won't kill you outside the city. Once we're inside, it won't