Hearing Cook P. Jones’s explanation, Loren gave a light shrug.

At least, he could now confirm that this Mister Hunter who wanted to stir up big trouble did not possess lie-detection methods like his own…

This was excellent news for Loren’s desire to quietly obtain that special stone slab.

“You don’t mind if I help you screen them again, do you?” Loren asked with a smile as he turned his head.

Cook P. Jones’s face froze for a moment, his tone somewhat tense:

“You… what do you want to do, Keeper?”

In response, Loren offered a comforting smile:

“Don’t worry, Mister Cook. My methods are quite discreet, they won’t cause much of a stir.”

Then, he pulled out that coin from his pocket and tossed it into the air.

“Among those Superhumans inside the abandoned factory, are there any Agents from the Federation Security Bureau? If yes, heads!” Loren silently recited this phrase in his mind.

The coin fell under Cook P. Jones’s bewildered gaze.

Loren reached out and caught it!

He opened his palm. Heads!

Seeing the answer provided by the coin, Loren shrugged with considerable regret.

“Mister Cook, unfortunately. I need to remind you that your hastily assembled team has been infiltrated by a certain… adorable Security Bureau Agent.”

Cook P. Jones, standing to the side, was greatly shocked after witnessing Loren’s casual operation!

“This… this is the precognitive-type spell you mentioned on the forum? Coin tossing?!”

Clearly, Mister Cook here had also noticed Loren’s stunt on the forum of tricking the Security Bureau into dealing with the Ferros Family…

Hearing this, Loren smiled slightly. Seems you pay quite a bit of attention to me, Mister Cook?

“Shh! It’s a secret.” Loren gave a slight nod.

Some insignificant little secrets could effectively bring two people closer.

This bit of social common sense, Loren was still aware of.

Seeing that Loren didn’t seem to be joking, Cook P. Jones’s expression also turned somewhat serious as he asked:

“Is there a way to determine who it is?”

“Of course, let’s go.” Loren said with a smile as he walked towards the interior of the abandoned factory.

Watching Loren’s somewhat slender back, Cook P. Jones quietly let out a sigh of relief, unconsciously thinking:

Asking you for help is probably the most correct thing I’ve done so far…

Cook P. Jones shook his head somewhat dejectedly and quickly followed after Loren.

Sure enough, I’m still the same as before, possessing no talent for crime…

The fierce Groenendael shepherd dog still at the entrance of the abandoned factory involuntarily shivered upon smelling the scent emanating from Loren at this moment.

Its beastly intuition told it that Loren had become even more dangerous now…

This supernatural creature comparable to a Ninth Tier Superhuman let out a low whimper before lowering its head and following behind Cook P. Jones.

Where did the master find such a dangerous guy? Now I don’t even dare bark loudly… it silently complained in its heart.

Loren, who entered the abandoned factory first, was met with four pairs of gazes filled with wariness and scrutiny.

Loren simply stood there smiling, facing these scrutinizing looks, he chose to meet each one in return.

This abandoned factory, under the care of Cook P. Jones and the Superhumans he recruited, had become quite clean.

The clutter and dust that had accumulated on the ground had clearly been cleaned up once.

Apart from some small holes in the walls surrounding the factory building, this place more resembled a spacious, dilapidated large house.

Interestingly, Loren noticed out of the corner of his eye that in a corner of this spacious building, there were five small tents set up.

Around each tent, items like chairs and rugs were placed.

Outside the most flamboyant tent, there was even a set of exquisite tea ware and a fine sofa.

Seems these high-rank Superhumans are living quite comfortably in this cleaned-up abandoned factory building… Loren silently quipped.

After Loren entered the abandoned factory building, four Superhumans immediately began scrutinizing him with wary, examining gazes.

And what saddened Loren the most was that inside this abandoned factory building, there were only four Superhumans in total. All of them showed a certain degree of unwelcome towards Loren…

The extra tent belonged to Cook P. Jones.

Clearly, these four high-rank Superhumans were not very welcoming of Loren’s arrival.

A few individuals with sharper perception, upon detecting something off about Loren, voluntarily averted their gaze.

“The people in Mister Cook’s team are all quite spirited.” Loren praised with a smile.

Simultaneously, Loren also focused his peripheral vision on the person who had first averted their gaze.

Being the first to detect something off about Loren also indicated that person possessed the strongest perception methods.

And such people were often not simple…

They were also the most suitable candidates for being a mole.

Cook P. Jones, who followed Loren inside, unconsciously frowned upon seeing the four Superhumans he had recruited all harboring hostility towards Loren.

He proactively introduced to the four:

“This is my friend, who came specifically to help me. You can call him ‘Keeper’.”

The expressions of the four inside the factory building became varied upon hearing Cook P. Jones’s introduction.

Some smiled in welcome, some remained calm, some frowned secretly, some looked puzzled.

At that moment.

Cook P. Jones also turned and began introducing the team members he had recruited to Loren, giving Loren a discreet wink.

He pointed towards a blonde woman wearing a blue mage robe.

“Seena, a Ninth-rank Mage, proficient in various elemental magics. Hails from the Land of the Gods. I must say, recruiting her cost me a pretty penny.”

Loren smiled and nodded at her.

In response to Loren’s nod, she gently bent her knees, lifted her skirt-style robe, and gave Loren a slight curtsy.

This mage named “Seena” was also the only one who showed welcome to Loren upon hearing Cook P. Jones’s introduction.

She was also the first among the four to notice that the aura around Loren was somewhat off…

It’s worth mentioning that the most flamboyant tent in the corner of the factory building belonged to her.

The other three Superhumans in the factory building, upon seeing this normally extremely haughty mage’s curtsy, all showed a hint of contemplation in their eyes.

Cook P. Jones ignored the reactions of the other three in the factory building and continued introducing for Loren.

His finger pointed towards a black-haired man wearing a practical gray-green outfit.

“Hankley, Ninth-rank Ranger, Ninth-rank Martial Artist. Versatile in methods, physically formidable, a master scout in every sense, a local of the Beastkin Star Domain.”

“He’s helped me a lot these past few days in Jadeite Main City…”

This ranger named “Hankley” still nodded calmly at Loren.

His face seemed to have only one expression, devoid of other emotions, forever maintaining calm.

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