The atmosphere inside the confidential conference room abruptly shifted to match Han Qingyu’s earlier imaginings, like the workings of a clandestine department.

I’ve been played. So those two were putting on an act this whole time? Then again, I was acting too. Still, how could they do that?!

The aforementioned “living corpse,” Han Qingyu, maintained a blank expression and a stiff posture. Raising his hand, his eyes darted down to his sleeve, to the tiny object in Tu Zi’s hand, and then finally to the young man himself. 

Tu Zi still gave off the impression of a younger brother, fifteen or sixteen at most. The thing was, his grandparents and his parents had all been imprisoned in their early teenage years, meaning there was a good chance that they were all genius-level inmates of the Azure Coalition.

Han Qingyu had misjudged him and had mistakenly let his guard down. The kid was a little fox. At the very least, his temperament and tactics didn’t match, with two contrasting sides in one body.

The Refusers had sent a high-ranking...