"Are you guys looking for Midas for something?"
In such a scene, having witnessed Fu Qian's actions, Mogrim's gaze flickered before he suddenly took the initiative to ask another question.
"Just having a casual chat, we've heard his story and wanted to do an interview."
Fu Qian finally spoke up, and the conversation suddenly turned bizarre.
"I see, in that case, could I trouble you with a favor?"
Mogrim showed no sign of suspicion, nodding repeatedly while earnestly requesting, and pushed a stack of casino chips towards them.
"This is a little token of my gratitude; could you help deliver these to Midas? Even though he refused them before, I would still feel uneasy if I didn't do this."
"No problem, it's a piece of cake!"
Fu Qian stowed the weapon named 'Mercy' away a second earlier and readily agreed to help.
"Sorry for troubling you today, thank you for sharing your insights."
"How could I..."
