Ray shook his head and interrupted, "From the surveillance footage, Wendy Green is the physically powerful type among the Samsung super soldiers. Even if we all join forces, our chances of winning in a direct confrontation are less than half. Besides, this is the capital of Huaxia—gathering people for a head-on fight is just plain stupid. Why would he come alone to fight us? Those elite SWAT officers alone are enough to take care of us."

Kingston also shook his head. "A frontal assault won't work, and neither will an ambush. So how are we supposed to fight?"

Another long silence followed. Benjamin Franklin looked at the three top-tier underground elites before him, all with worried faces, then glanced at the young man not far away, engrossed in his handheld console. His doubts grew deeper.

"Smith, did you foresee all of this?"

That one question snapped Blake White and the others to attention.

"Come to think of it, this guy did act a bit strange three days ago. Weren't you burning paper money that day?"

With everyone's eyes on him again, Mr. Smith simply put down his handheld and nodded. "That's right. And that afternoon, I burned the paper money for Samuel White in the restroom. He should be well-fed and clothed in the afterlife by now."

Benjamin Franklin asked, "You knew he was going to die?"

"Of course. News of his arrival in Tianjing had already leaked. If you were Wendy Green and knew a serial rapist was after your girlfriend, wouldn't you try to do something about it? And with a super soldier's skills, targeting one person—three days is a conservative estimate, right?"

The others were shocked. "News about William White had already leaked? How?"

Benjamin Franklin's question was even more pointed: "How did you know his information had leaked?"

Mr. Smith shrugged. "Because I was the one who sold the information directly to Wendy Green."

Blake White and the others were even more shocked. "You!"

"Don't get me wrong. Ever since joining the team, I've been completely honest—Benjamin Franklin can vouch for that," Mr. Smith defended himself. "Selling intel was in the past. Back then, I was an independent information broker, not a lackey of the Galaxy Society. Doing a deal with a Huaxia super soldier was nothing out of the ordinary."

"Before joining the team?" Benjamin Franklin questioned. "You just said you sold the intel directly to Wendy Green, but you only got Wendy Green's information the day before you joined the team. In just a few hours, how did you have time to make the deal?"

Mr. Smith smiled. "A few hours isn't enough? A smart businessman values efficiency, you know? In fact, when I saw Wendy Green show up, I guessed you guys from the Galaxy Society would probably be looking for a top fighter. There weren't many candidates in Tianjing at the time, and William White happened to be the one I had the most solid intel on. So, on my drive home, I sent a trade request to Wendy Green. As soon as I got home and changed clothes, I received his text agreeing to the deal—the message is still on my watch."

Benjamin Franklin said, "So in other words, before you even did business with the Galaxy Society, you'd already made a deal with the super soldier?"

"Double-dealing is basic professional conduct for an independent broker. But honestly, the Huaxia government is stingy. They only gave me five thousand credits for intel on an S-class sex offender. If I had anyone else to sell to, I wouldn't have bothered with such a measly deal. That's why I decisively joined your Galaxy Society later—one word and it's half a million, now that's a real big spender."

Benjamin Franklin said, "The Galaxy Society has always been generous to people of value. But I have another question. After you left Silver Wing Diner, my people were already tailing you, but they never saw when you completed the deal with Wendy Green."

Mr. Smith chuckled. "That just means your Galaxy Society's people aren't up to par. In fact, when I made the deal with Wendy Green, they were right there on the scene—they just didn't notice what was happening."

Benjamin Franklin's frown deepened. "My people were there too?"

"When I went to eat at Tianjing University, your people must have seen it. I exchanged two napkins with that cute waitress—the girl was Wendy Green's contact. The numbers on the napkins were the encrypted intel. Simple, right?"

"I see..." Benjamin Franklin nodded. "I have no more questions."

"I have a question." Island Girl spoke up. "Since you knew William White's information had leaked, why didn't you warn him?"

Mr. Smith said, "Answer one: Did he ever give me a chance to speak? Answer two: Why should I warn him? He put me on his must-kill list and couldn't wait to get rid of me. Not reporting him on the spot was already more than generous. Answer three: Actually, I did warn him, but unfortunately, the person who heard it didn't take it seriously."

As he spoke, he looked at Benjamin Franklin. "I told you long ago he had a fatal flaw. If you'd just offered half a million, I would have laid everything out for you. Who would've thought even a big spender like you could be stingy sometimes..."

Ray, listening at the side, was incredulous. "So you just watched him go to his death?"

"No, didn't I burn paper money for him right in front of all of you? With a hint that obvious, what more do you want from me? Should I have told him his grandfather back home arranged a marriage for him?"

"Enough."