Swish!
Lilia drew the scythe from her back, swept it in a crescent, and looked at Wind-Ear:
"Mr. Pervert, what did you just say?"
"Ahaha, just kidding, just kidding." Wind-Ear hastily raised both hands in surrender.
At the same time, Lin Yuan opened the Coffin's lid and stepped out.
"Research Institute 3154 asked you to bring me something? Hand it over."
Wind-Ear looked at Lin Yuan, then at the Coffin, his expression exaggerated:
"Zero God, that hobby of yours is a bit niche."
Lin Yuan said nothing, merely watching Wind-Ear quietly.
This fellow was definitely not as frivolous as he appeared. Lin Yuan kept feeling that if he said a little more, the other man would glean a great deal of information from it.
Unlike the Research Institute, which he dealt with regularly, the Press Club primarily sold information, and Lin Yuan instinctively wanted to avoid revealing too much to them.
Wind-Ear did not mind and began rummaging through the satchel at his waist.
Before long, he pulled out a metal case larger than the satchel itself.
Lin Yuan recognized it as the very case Research Institute 3154 had used to hold the golden gacha capsules that night.
"Here, this is it." Wind-Ear handed the case to Lin Yuan, adding, "Don't open it now. You couldn't anyway."
"Just open it the next time you see Research Institute 3154."
Open it the next time I see Research Institute 3154?
Then why did Research Institute 3154 ask Wind-Ear to deliver the case ahead of time?
Lin Yuan grew increasingly puzzled.
Still, he asked no further questions, merely taking the case and saying a quiet "Thank you."
"Zero God, you seem a little prejudiced against our Press Club. That's normal, though. Nobody likes paparazzi, haha. But you'll get used to us."
Lin Yuan