Li Yang left the fast-food joint with a small loaf of bread, looking dejected, his back radiating a vibe of "I'm nearing my end, so don't mess with me."
Mu Qiu and Zhao Yu leaned against the window, watching him wander the streets all pitifully, and Zhao Yu softly said:
"Did you perhaps overlook something? Is it really that easy to figure out Li Yang and get him to agree to this risky proposition?"
"Of course not."
Mu Qiu slid back down the wall and sat on the ground, calm-faced.
"After all, he's an experienced contestant who's been on the show for several episodes; definitely not that naive. Just now, I was merely using one of my many guesses to test him. There's surely more about him we don't know, and no doubt, some of my guesses are wrong.
But it's all fine; 049 can be used by him or others. As long as he slips up and lets Brother Cheng and the others know that the words 'plague' are the keywords, they can turn 049 against him anytime.
