At what point did Lu Ping'an become certain that if he let things take their natural course, he was certainly doomed?
Perhaps, it began with the thoroughly infiltrated Special Service Team and the Bureau of Anomaly Management...
"Fang Wen, I've come to negotiate terms."
The camera on the ceiling blinked with red light, while the two killing machines in front of him remained silent.
At this moment, Lu Ping'an knew that his guess was correct. He had been exposed and had no idea for how long.
"...Reply if you're willing to negotiate, or I can find other collaborators. You're not the only one from the Mother Goddess cult who reached the Sixth-tier..."
"Lu Ping'an, what do you want to negotiate?" A graceful and calm female voice came from the humanoid machinery, further confirming his judgment.
His information had already been leaked; the other party chose not to move against him, only because they thought he couldn't escape and intended to harvest after the ritual.
