THE old man's faint smile remained, but he said nothing, letting the silence stretch between them. His sharp eyes stayed locked on Luo Yan, as if studying him, peeling back layers to see what lay beneath. His fingers tapped lightly on his cane. Finally, he spoke, his voice calm and even, with just a hint of amusement.
"You seem remarkably sure of yourself," he said at last, his tone laced with a calm amusement that gave nothing away. "Confidence, though admirable, can be a double-edged sword. Let us hope yours is as well-founded as you believe."
He didn't confirm or deny anything, leaving his words hanging like a challenge, daring Luo Yan to prove himself right.
Luo Yan let out a soft chuckle. He knew this guy wouldn't make it easy for him. But if he did, then he wouldn't be Sherlock Holmes. Then, Luo Yan just had to amp up his game.
