Tian Wu broke into a cold sweat instantly, how did I know that? Tian Wu now completely lost the chance to argue, sweating profusely, his slip of the tongue confirmed his identity as the mole. Brother Qing and the others glanced at Long Yan gratefully, but the latter was indifferent.
"Then speak up, or I think Brother Qing will have ways to make you talk."
As Long Yan finished speaking, Brother Qing rubbed his palms as if stretching, but Tian Wu seemed provoked, flipping his hand to retrieve a dagger from his bosom.
Before entering the dungeon, everyone was searched, but Tian Wu, relying on years of habit, had left a dagger on himself, unexpectedly proving useful today. The dagger in his hand pointed straight at Long Yan, thereafter leaving the rest to his own disposition, knowing that Tian Wu had already achieved the strength to advance to a heavenly level mercenary.
