Francis's lips moved slightly, murmuring a string of indistinct numbers as he quietly arranged the books from bookshelf number one.
Seeing Ke Yinzhi and Fan Quan both watching intently, as if not wanting to miss any crucial clues, Ke Mingye suddenly felt excluded and sighed before messaging Fan Quan.
[Failed Man: How's it going, cultured man, got any leads?]
[Fan Quan: Lots of guesses, just too many to know where to start, especially since we know nothing about that TK. But… now we do.]
[Failed Man: What now?]
[Fan Quan: This patient who's working as a library administrator is a bit odd.]
[Failed Man: Don't tell me you're thinking this bald guy is the "TK" that you and my bro are looking for?]
[Fan Quan: Not really but if TK was collaborating with him, then a lot would make sense.]
[Failed Man: Keep it up, try to find the leader of Revolutionary Late Bell before my bro slaughters me—it's pretty much a race with King Yan at this point.]
