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It turned out that the Night Watchmen had been rather overstaffed lately.

Not long after leaving the theater, Fu Qian realized he was being followed—by two people.

One of them was even from the Middle Tier.

"Do we really need both of us to keep an eye on this guy? He seems nothing more than a quack pretending to be a mystery-monger!"

Upon realizing the situation was developing as he had anticipated, Fu Qian felt quite pleased and deliberately took the two watchers on a roundabout walk while eavesdropping on their conversation behind him.

The Night Watchmen tracking him were a young and an old fellow, and from their interactions, it didn't seem like they shared a strict senior-junior relationship.

The older one was referred to as Old Joe, apparently stronger and more prudent, reflecting an air of mentoring the younger.

It was his junior, Jimmy, who was complaining up ahead.