"What on earth is going on?"
Following beside, Yuan Shan was undoubtedly confused.
Unfortunately, her teacher at this moment looked somewhat vacant, as if still caught in the moment when those chips disappeared, filled with a sense of loss.
"Please thank Midas for me."
Fu Qian was also looking for trouble. Facing Yuan Shan's curious gaze, he seemed to remember something, took out his phone from his pocket, and threw it to Ross nearby.
This person, who had followed all along, had always looked a bit peculiar, and seemed familiar with Henry.
Of course, as he caught the phone Fu Qian tossed, his expression became even stranger.
"Didn't you just... thank me already?"
He blinked and asked the next moment.
"Yes, but I am worried it won't be conveyed properly, wishing you luck on your mission."
Fu Qian smiled in response, said no more, and then departed.
...
"Wasn't that Midas earlier?"
