Lin Yi didn't rush to speak, but remained silent for a while.
"This matter has nothing to do with the people in Group One, there's no need to involve them."
"Team Leader Lin, mind your words, this isn't about involving anyone, it's a routine investigation, don't misunderstand my intent."
"The cameras are off, it's pointless to discuss further," Lin Yi said, stretching his body:
"You all just want the Sheepskin Scroll, right? I can give you the Sheepskin Scroll from the Yucatán Peninsula for your research. Of course, if you don't want to make this deal, we can keep dragging this out. I don't mind, and there's nothing you can do to me."
After speaking, Lin Yi closed his eyes to rest. If Chen Fuxian agreed, they'd continue talking; if not, they'd keep arguing—it wasn't as if he could do anything to Lin Yi anyway.
Chen Fuxian didn't rush to speak, seemingly contemplating Lin Yi's terms as well.
The two remained in a deadlock like this.
For over a minute, neither spoke.
