Fu Qian's attitude was so excessively fitting that it starkly contrasted with the content of his message.
Mr. Fang clearly had not anticipated such a positive response and was momentarily baffled, frantically pondering what "I hope so" actually meant.
The sudden turn of events should have made it clear to him that Fu Qian and his party were on high alert; joking around was highly unlikely.
But if it really was him, why not just simply say "Yes"? What was the purpose of adding "I hope so"—to soften his tone?
Such politeness seemed more like provocation than a straightforward admission.
Amidst these rapidly spinning thoughts, it was the howling of the wind nearby that snapped him back to reality.
It was clear that unlike Lann's excessively meticulous considerations, the summoned Thugs hadn't thought so much. By now, more than one was bristling with anger, ready to unleash the fury accumulated along the way at a moment's notice.
"What shall I call you?"
