Lin Fan sighed deeply, "It's a long story. I have a talent that lets me see through the opponent's roots. As Tian Gang assassins, their greatest fear is someone knowing who they are."
"I named each of the six, which had a huge impact on them."
"I intended to scare them off, but they misunderstood and likely took me for a high-ranking member of the Tian Gang organization, so they didn't dare to act rashly."
He truly hadn't expected to encounter people who were so fond of overthinking.
Such people are the most terrifying.
Ordinary people know that 1+1=2, but these assassins, during an IQ test, get stumped by the question, thinking there's no way 1+1=2 could be so simple—something must be wrong—only to end up writing 3.
In the end, their IQ score comes out slightly problematic.
Qin Yang exclaimed, "Brother Lin, what kind of divine skill is this? Can you teach me?"
Lin Fan glanced and said, "That's not a divine skill; it's a talent. I can't teach it."
