"Yes, but we wouldn’t go so far as to blow up our own place."
While Fu Qian indicated that the situation was developing ideally on this side, he could tell that his friend with the handlebar mustache next door was under considerable pressure, so he quickly explained.
The next question from the Night Watchman was obviously laden with aning, after all, in this line of work, it’s hard to believe in coincidences without reason.
The suspicious person happened to be the research subject of the club, such a mutual pursuit seed overly dramatic.
"That’s true..."
However, the logic of the explanation from the mustached friend was strong, and the stern lady was quickly convinced.
The whole affair was indeed strange, but it was difficult to discern the motive behind the private club’s covert actions.
On one hand, they suffered losses themselves, and then escalated the matter to attract the Night Watchman’s attention.
"I’m aware of the situation here. Rember to confirm the whereabouts of that tourist, and I’ll engage with him if necessary."
After exchanging a few more words, the stern lady had a good grasp of the situation and simply gave a directive before leaving decisively.
"Understood. His itinerary here lasts a few more days. For now, we’ve arranged for him to continue as planned, then visit the club during his free ti... I’ve also assigned soone to monitor his activities,"
The mustached friend naturally agreed without reservation, sounding cautious and prudent, and sighed deeply once the person indeed left.
Even after sitting silently in place for a long ti without moving, he let out a second sigh before finally getting up to open the door.
This...
The next mont, his hand on the door handle froze in place, staring at the figure below the window with their back to him, and the bright, glossy head above.
...
"Sir... Wang?"
In the deathly silence, facing the trespasser in front of him, one of the private club’s key mbers took several deep breaths before speaking with difficulty.
And while confirming the person’s identity, he instinctively glanced out the window.
The visitor’s deanor was a bit unrestrained, but fortunately, the Night Watchman should have left by now.
"Please call Leiden... I’m sorry I had to inform the Night Watchman of all the information."
Before Fu Qian could even respond, he introduced himself and apologized for his earlier actions.
"It’s alright, Leiden, you made the right choice. My appearance here is proof of that, isn’t it?"
Finally turning around, Fu Qian accepted the suggestion amiably and indicated there was no need for self-reproach.
"The reason you didn’t rush to leave just now was also because you thought I might understand this point, wasn’t it?"
Still looking remarkably ordinary, Fu Qian smiled and ntioned Leiden’s peculiar behavior after their earlier conversation ended.
"Yes, thank you for understanding. However, by my own standards, it was very rude... I had to consider all possibilities to avoid violating the Night Watchman’s taboos or being discovered for such a violation in the future,"
Gazing intently at Fu Qian’s face, which seed to match the mysterious figure ntioned during their earlier conversation, Mr. Leiden’s reaction was evidently unique as he appeared before him in an instant.
Surprised but unafraid, on the contrary, there was an uncontrollable joy.
Though the other party signaled not to mind, he still specifically explained his previous actions.
...
Humans are indeed complex creatures.
Without interrupting Leiden, Fu Qian reflected internally at that mont.
At first glance, his words seed self-serving, disclosing hidden secrets only to have them uncovered imdiately, lanting his own plight, but Fu Qian did not question this interpretation.
The preceding words weren’t ant to comfort; in his opinion, the other party indeed made the right choice.
Ultimately, was he a Night Watchman informant or an enthusiast of Ancient King research? A spy within a spy?
Mr. Leiden’s series of actions could almost be considered transcendent espionage.
But why couldn’t it be both?
After the exchange with the Night Watchman lady, he didn’t leave imdiately but instead sat in place waiting. Could it be he was expecting sothing?
Leiden’s ranking isn’t high, based on the "eye index," approaching Middle Tier is barely plausible, and he’s also quite advanced in age.
Yet, as previously comnted about Mr. Sanhao Sr., no matter how slim the hope, getting a glimpse of the transcendent path isn’t that easy.
So many seemingly complicated situations beco clearer when this primal driving force is considered, providing an additional perspective to clarify the thinking.
For instance, Leiden joined the club with genuine intentions, and running out to report was also the result of a rational decision.
Under the trendous influence of the Night Watchman, all pursuits related to the supernatural level, especially those involving gray areas, inevitably succumb to its powerful gravitational pull and beco distorted.
For the private club to exist long-term, enduring so necessary sacrifices is not surprising.
Ultimately, in this particular matter, it was the information about the "Ancient King" brought by Mr. Sanhao Sr. that greatly delighted the club mbers.
But to avoid offending the Night Watchman’s taboos, all related information had to be honestly disclosed, without selective concealnt, to prevent being discovered during subsequent investigations.
Or, in a very small chance, it could have been an entrapnt operation by the Night Watchman.
Mr. Leiden’s grasp of discretion could be said to embody the word "prudence" to its fullest extent.
The only mont of slight self-indulgence might have been the bit of extra waiting after everyone else had left.
What seed like aningless lantation could very well have been an anticipation of a pair of eyes perpetually observing everything, and hoping their owner would reveal themselves for a conversation.
Of course, this is rely one possibility, representing a relatively high-style persona for Mr. Leiden.
It doesn’t exclude that he might be a hardcore informant for the Night Watchman, and his current actions are still part of an entrapnt operation.
As for why he wouldn’t be certain of this yet still erge—why need confirmation?
So might think after such maneuvers leading to favorable developnts, it would be best to rejoin the ranks and continue as the mastermind, casually manipulating the various forces in Lan Fyla for one’s benefit, pursuing maximum reward-to-risk ratio—but that still doesn’t equate to being efficient.
For the Abandonnt King conducting matters, outsiders have always only had a distinction in their thods of cooperation.
Regardless of whether the local Night Watchman is capable of designing such traps, or if there’s a heavyweight sitting in.
...
"Was it really you, sir, advising Sanhao to try again before?"
It’s evident by now that the face Fu Qian is sporting this ti is too generic, and ultimately Mr. Leiden gave up on trying to match it with images in his mory.
"Yes."
Fu Qian nodded.
"And regarding the claims about ’Wang’—"
Getting personal confirmation, Leiden’s spirits lifted imdiately, and after a brief hesitation, he indeed turned directly to the more intriguing topic.
"Why don’t you first tell about the Ancient King?"
Unfortunately, the legendary mysterious figure, as fate would have it, preferred to ask questions.
With casual detachnt, Fu Qian interrupted smoothly.
Despite Mr. Leiden’s appropriate attitude, appearing was primarily due to their club’s research contents.
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