"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 meaning, 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 seemed 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.
