Fyodor calmly looked at the lust in the eyes of the standing man, and even had the leisure to further strengthen his ideals.
Humans are indeed all sinful, and those with special powers are even worse.
Then the trafficker started to get close to him.
Fyodor was quick to respond and became familiar with him easily, just like a young man from a wealthy family who had never experienced anything.
"By the way, does Dos have a special ability?"
Fyodor glanced at him and nodded, "Yes."
He had now persuaded the trafficker to replace the ropes on his body with handcuffs, so at least he no longer had to lie on the ground and could sit up.
"I don't have any special powers, so I've always been very envious of you." The trafficker pretended to be an ordinary person to create a sense of superiority for himself, "But I'm a little curious."
Here he paused, observing carefully the expression on Fyodor's face.
Although it was not obvious, there was indeed a happy atmosphere surrounding him. The young man asked happily, "What are you curious about?"
"Tuo Sijun, what is your special ability?"
Fyodor had a blank expression on his face, and he just watched quietly as this man with super powers pretended not to have any super powers in front of him, trying to find out about his super powers.
To be honest, it's really easy to deceive people.
Especially those who think they are smart, as long as you release some signals, they will explore it self-righteously, and then believe in the results of their exploration.
On the contrary, if you tell them the correct answer directly, they still won’t believe it.
Just like now, Fyodor showed a vigilant expression, "This kind of thing is not something you can tell others casually."
"Tuo Sijun, just tell me. I'm really curious. I've never seen a person with superpowers in my life."
"..." Fyodor was speechless for a moment. He didn't know how to respond to this kind of talk. It seemed unreasonable to agree to it just like that.
But when he moved his gaze to the trafficker's face, he saw from his eyes that he was determined to win.
The words of rejection that Fyodor was about to utter were immediately stuck in his throat.
So...is this kind of rhetoric...actually...useful?
After a strange silence for a while, Fyodor finally uttered the lie he had prepared long ago with great difficulty, "My ability is to manipulate space and consciousness."
"That sounds amazing. If that's the case, then isn't there an unsolvable solution?"
Fyodor glanced at him. Although he felt that this kind of rhetoric was really low and a bit insulting to his intelligence, he still followed his wishes and said, "No, as long as you lose consciousness in my special space, I can't do anything."
"Wow, that's amazing." The human trafficker got the information he wanted, said something perfunctorily, and stood up to leave.
Fyodor huddled in a corner and watched him leave quietly, an unclear look in his purple-red eyes.
The trafficker thought he was shocked by his action. After thinking for two seconds, he turned around and said, "You are wanted by the port mafia. Take care of yourself."
He saw the black-haired young man raise his chin slightly, looking unwilling to believe such a thing, still maintaining his pitiful pride.
So the trafficker sighed and said, "Just consider this as a lesson. Don't do it again next time."
Of course, he doesn't know if there will be a next time.
Anyway, he has done his best. He is a good businessman, but now he is providing psychological counseling to kidnapped people. It's a joke.
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