If he really was one of Death Knell's people, yet was doing things that leaned toward justice...
Then everything that had happened before would become very interesting indeed.
Qin Ran narrowed his eyes and spoke without hesitation.
"What are you talking about?"
"I'm not quite following."
His vague reply admitted nothing. It was more of a probe.
Qin Ran's nature had long since ensured that he would never trust a stranger's words, even if that stranger had gone to considerable trouble to get this phone into his hands.
Swindlers invested plenty in their scams, too.
"Of course, of course."
"You can deny everything. I can't argue with that."
"We have no contract, nor any direct evidence proving you're one of Death Knell's people, but..."
"You need to warn that collaborator of yours!"
"If he keeps charging ahead like this, I won't keep sitting back and watching."
The sinister voice gave a few cold chuckles.
"Including breaking into 17 Landon Ding Street?"
Qin Ran gave a cold laugh of his own, laced with unmistakable mockery.
"You don't think that really was one of Death Knell's people, do you?"
"It looks like that collaborator of yours has gotten a little skittish because of your changes."
"Need me to get rid of him for you?"
"Market rate."
The sinister voice laughed again.
Unlike the cold laughter before, this time it was full of gloating.
"I'll handle my own affairs."
"If you have information on the Modin Statue, I think we can make a deal."
Qin Ran stressed his point, but did not reject the supposed cooperation.
To Qin Ran, anyone who could provide the Modin Statue was someone he could do business with.
A bounty made no distinction about who claimed it, did it?
"The Modin Statue?"
"I wouldn't touch something that sinister."