Zhang Daqiang couldn't help but sigh; to be a flower-picking thief, one really needed nerves of steel. If he hadn't been calm enough to refrain from acting rashly, he would have exposed himself by now.
Not only that, the performance of his teammates was also crucial.
Zhang Daqiang felt somewhat relieved and gave his teammate, Fu Yurou, a look of approval.
Very steady, her feigned shock earlier was just right.
Fu Yurou: "..."
She still hadn't quite recovered from her shock.
"What's going on here?"
Zhang Daqiang asked.
Lu Mingli then recounted the events of Lin Yun and Lin Yu's ascent up the mountain and shared his own deductions, leaving Zhang Daqiang utterly baffled.
Well, this reasoning is logical, but here's the problem—I am the Jade-Faced Silver Fox!
That Lin Yun, he couldn't really be the Lin Yun from the Shenxiao Sect, could he?
