Dark clouds hung overhead. The golden salmon on the hook worked its gills and stared at Xia Lun, an eerie chill seeming to glint in its eyes.
Xia Lun did not rush to speak. His mind raced.
What the fish had said was horrifying, but it did not match reality at all. It was almost complete nonsense: he was not Roman, and Manhunter was not dead.
Yet the golden salmon's words matched the "Secret Document," which had indeed said Manhunter would die when a "crabified trash can" attacked and caused his diving suit to leak.
"..." Xia Lun narrowed his eyes. He had begun to suspect how this round's scenario worked.
Perhaps the texts in the Secret Document's appendix really were meant to become reality, but his intervention had caused events to stray from what they prescribed.
He had given Manhunter an Underwater Breathing Potion, so the man who should have died had survived. And because Xia Lun had occupied the upper deck to fish, Roman, who should have been on watch there, was not on duty at this hour.
In other words, his interference might have introduced a bug into the events laid out by the text.
Whatever the case, the salmon had revealed a great deal. At the very least, Roman was certainly important to this round's scenario.
As Xia Lun was about to make a demand, light footsteps sounded behind him, followed by a yawn.
"Yawn..." Roman stretched. "Partner, who were you talking to?"
Xia Lun fell silent for a moment, then raised an eyebrow. "The fish."
He had decided to keep his head down and coast through this round's scenario, but only if the Mastermind knew when to back off and stayed out of his way. If the Mastermind insisted on showing up right in front