"Despite appearances, you really are afraid of getting hurt!"
While Fu Qian was gathering his rewards, the Masked Man had also arrived at a probing conclusion and was quite pleased with it.
The fellow before him might be terrifying, but he was clearly subject to many limitations; not only were his means of attack simple but he also feared injury. With no ranking disparity, the advantage was mine.
As for the other party's nonsensical ramblings, they had no hope of causing any psychological impact on me.
"So, how many months has it been since you received your first mission?"
But it seemed the other party was not willing to give up and kept trying to disturb me with his words.
"Why don't you guess..."
The Masked Man naturally wasn't one to just take things lying down. Not only did he not answer, but he even took the opportunity to reverse-influence the mood.
Indeed, this guy was lucid but not so cooperative.
