"..."
The atmosphere fell somewhat silent.
Clearly, that explanation was not enough to make Ye Qiyan lower his guard.
"Interesting. A storage device hidden on your body? Hmm... is it that bracelet on your wrist?"
"That doesn't seem to be any of your business, sir."
"Ha, fair enough."
With a cigar between his teeth, the middle-aged man snapped his fingers, and a friend request notification sounded on Ye Qiyan's system Light Screen.
"My name's Fan Huo. Everyone calls me Old Fan, and you can too. No need to be so tense. I mean you no harm. I just happened to come to the City of a Thousand Stars on some business. That two-faced bastard in the church said that crazy woman Shaya seemed to be close to a newcomer. She'd even given away the organization's annual train maintenance service. I got curious, so I came to see what you were made of."
"And while I was at it, invite you to join our organization."
He took such a powerful drag that the thick cigar burned to ash in a single breath.
"Shaya never mentioned any organization to me."
"That's normal. It's an organization, after all, not exactly a place with rules. We only banded together because we had somewhat similar goals. Over time, we built up a tiny bit of influence."
Click-
A dark green flame burned at Fan Huo's fingertip.
He produced another cigar from somewhere and lit it. His gaze swept over Ye Qiyan's Ebony, and his eyebrows rose slightly.
"Nice gun."
"Thanks for the compliment."
Ye Qiyan returned to the hot spring.
He could sense that this man named Fan Huo meant him no harm.
Besides, his conductor level was definitely high. If he really wanted to do something to him, why bother standing here spouting all