When Di Qin noticed him observing, he nodded.
Seeing Di Qin’s agreement, the man in green turned to Nangong Mian and stated, “Nothing was found.”
“Nothing was found?”
Upon hearing these words, not only Nangong Mian was stunned, but even the high priest appeared surprised. “An Ye Si, didn’t you find anything?”
An Yesi, being a member of the Imperial Secret Service with access to hidden information, was known for his extensive knowledge. However, now, An Yesi’s revelation that they hadn’t found anything was unexpected.
The adversary had made thorough preparations, indicating a long-term plan. However, Huang Quan had only recently arrived in the Apocalypse Empire. Why would someone prepare so meticulously in advance for Huang Quan’s arrival? It seemed as if they knew Huang Quan would come to the Apocalypse Empire.
“That assassin is well-known on the black market. Many people tried to hire him, but due to his preference for working alone, he didn’t collaborate with other assassination alliances. We wanted to hire him, provided the money was sufficient,” explained the man in Tsing Yi. “We received his cards and items from the storage space, but there were no clues.”
Furthermore, An Yesi investigated individuals who recently interacted with Huang Quan. None of them were connected, and there was no information obtained from them. Thus, An Yesi had not found any leads.
After hearing the man in green’s report, the high priest, who had seemed indifferent earlier, looked at Di Qin, gritted his teeth, and said, “I vouched for you, and this is how you repay me? Is this how you show gratitude?”
Previously, the high priest had assured Nangong Mian that An Yesi was quick and would provide answers within half an hour. However, the result was the arrival of An Yesi without any conclusive answers.
This was infuriating!
Di Qin glanced at him, then turned his attention to the man in Tsing Yi. “Have An Yesi’s people follow Nangong Qingle’s movements for investigation,” Di Qin instructed. The man in Tsing Yi replied, “Yes.”
“The crucial part is to provide the entry and exit records of individuals within the Nangong family,” Di Qin stated indifferently. “Compile the records with their portraits, and then assign people to investigate their recent activities. Focus particularly on those who visit crowded places and remain unaccounted for after leaving.”
Huang Quan found the proposed investigation too burdensome and commented, “This is too much trouble. If it’s indeed someone from the Nangong family, such an investigation could yield clues, but it’s time-consuming, labor-intensive, and expensive. It’s unnecessary.”
Di Qin fixed his dark eyes on her. “The other party wants to kill you.”
Unfazed, Huang Quan smiled, “I’m not afraid.”
He only realized who was being targeted when he arrived.
“The situation within the Nangong family is complex, with the high priest even involving Nangong Qingle,” Huang Quan said, looking at Di Qin. “Investigating is too exhausting. Instead of mobilizing people to spend time, energy, and money on an investigation, why don’t I use myself as bait to draw them out and make them send more people.”
Nangong Mian tried to speak, but Huang Quan preempted him, saying, “Don’t worry; I’ll make sure they stay alive next time.”
Nangong Mian felt anger rising. What was this supposed to mean? Wasn’t he worried about her safety? Reflecting on the recent events, Nangong Mian fell into silence.
Well, Quanquan really didn’t need him to worry.
Huang Quan had made it clear, and Di Qin didn’t press him further, allowing the man in Tsing Yi to withdraw.
“Okay, it’s getting late; you should go back and rest,” Huang Quan said, smiling at Di Qin and the high priest. “We’ll see you at the competition venue tomorrow.” Di Qin nodded, saying, “Have a good rest tonight.”
“Yes,” Huang Quan replied obediently.
Nangong Mian observed the two of them with an indifferent expression, while the high priest turned his back on them, not even bothering to look in their direction.
