"Hahaha..."
As Fu Qian postulated his subjective surmises, Masked Man's expression could truly be described as a cornucopia of brilliance, followed by a hearty, skyward laugh after a generous series of facial muscle movements.
"Indeed...it's only you, you're the one fit to collaborate with me."
"What a pity, you're too late."
"Being early is of no use either. Even if I showed signs of agreeing to a secret cooperation, would you really dare to trust me?"
Although Masked Man was full of sentimental musings, Fu Qian didn't hesitate to douse him with a bucket of cold water.
"Indeed, intelligence and reliability are often antonyms."
Masked Man finally halted his laughter and nodded slightly in agreement with Fu Qian's perspective.
"Where did you detect that I have a special arrangement with the Death Row inmate?"
"Too contrived—of course, primarily on the part of Death Row. All along, you two undoubtedly played two distinctly different roles within the team."
