Mai Sakatoku and Su Enxi exchanged a look, each seeing a trace of solemnity in the other's eyes.
Amon actually knew of Boss's existence!
Su Enxi stared into Amon's deep eyes, trying to discern how much of it was probing and how much was certain understanding. How much did he know? When had he noticed, and by what means?
Countless questions churned in her heart, yet she could not ask a single one. Before this young man, who always surpassed their expectations, any unnecessary reaction might reveal even more information.
"Surprised?" Amon tilted up his face slightly, his tone suddenly turning distant, as though veiled by a mist from some far-off time and space. "There's no need to be so shocked. Every action leaves traces. As intersections grow denser, the threads of Fate become hopelessly entangled—those disturbances he caused are as clear to me as a blaze in the night."
He did not actually possess any special ability to peer into the patterns of Fate. He had merely read the "script," but after he had entered this world, the script he had read before his transmigration had already been changed beyond recognition.
But if he did not make it sound all mysterious and cryptic, how could he make the people opposite him think he was unfathomable? When they could not figure out your true nature, playing the riddle man was quite intimidating.
Su Enxi was indeed bluffed—she no longer tried to guess whether this was merely a test. Composing herself, she answered cautiously, "Boss's whereabouts have always been difficult to grasp. We may not necessarily be able to contact him in time. Perhaps when he appears next time, I can pass along your message?"
Just then, the phone in her leather jacket pocket vibrated softly, chiming with a notification for