“Thank you.” Riche performed a courteous bow.

Chen Xiaolian looked at Riche. “However, I am very curious. When did you first suspect me? I had killed Anubis with one blow. Logically speaking, in the face of this level of power, you should not hold any treacherous thoughts against me.”

“Coincidentally, amongst the guilds participating in this instance dungeon is someone who had met you back in Zero City.” Riche extended a finger to point at the entrance of the Divine Temple. “Nearly everyone from his guild, from top to bottom, were killed by you. Your face is something that he will never forget.”

“A regretful coincidence.” Chen Xiaolian shook his head, a bitter smile on his face. “Even so, how can you be certain that you will not die under my hands?”

“Because of this.”

Riche slowly raised his hand to press his left eye.

He took out a contact lens and let it rest on the tip of his index finger.

Chen Xiaolian’s eyes flickered slightly as he regarded the contact lens. However, he could not figure anything out.

“You sure are willing to waste money, Riche.” Terraflame, who had been maintaining a state of silence, suddenly said, “Portable Truth Lens. If you sell it, you can get at least 5,000 points for each one, right?”

“It’s not that expensive.” Riche smiled. “This is a one-time consumable version. After reading the attributes of the target, it would permanently engrave the attributes on the lens. It is...