The night breeze was slightly cool.
Lin Qianqian sat quietly at one end of the bench, her silky black hair falling over her shoulders, still damp.
Moonlight shone on her, veiling her in a soft, hazy beauty.
"Was there something you wanted to tell me earlier?" Zhou Fan asked.
Lin Qianqian had clearly wanted to tell him something earlier, but in the end, she hadn't said it.
"What do you think about today's mission?" Lin Qianqian asked.
"Nothing much. Haven't we already completed it? Most of the Blood Society's forces have been wiped out, so they no longer pose a threat. The Haicheng Esper Bureau can handle what's left," Zhou Fan said.
"Did anything seem off to you?"
Zhou Fan thought back carefully, then shook his head. "No. Did something seem off to you?"
Lin Qianqian said, "I can't pinpoint it either. It's just a feeling. Maybe I'm overthinking things."
She simply had that feeling, but couldn't say exactly what the problem was, which was why she'd come to ask Zhou Fan.
"If I had to say something was off, it'd be that the Blood Society's leader was a little too weak. He couldn't take a beating. We'd barely started fighting before he was killed."
That was what Zhou Fan found most disappointing.
The leader of the mighty Blood Society had actually been that weak.
How boring.
Lin Qianqian: "..."
Was this guy showing off?
He was definitely showing off!
A Fifth Tier One Star powerhouse was actually the sort of opponent he called "too weak"??
This was blatant bragging!
"Actually, I think you were better suited to fighting that guy than I was. You probably could've beaten him faster," Zhou Fan said.
Lin Qianqian's mood suddenly brightened again. She couldn't help giving a soft little huff. "Of course."
Zhou