With Old Zheng's help, the Mind-Peeping Eyepiece was definitely incapable of detecting Lin Yu's emotions.

This was precisely why the other party felt so astonished.

But what made Lin Yu curious was...

Why did the other party possess a Mind-Peeping Eyepiece?

Although it was indeed an item produced by the Truth Corporation, and even though it was a relatively rare, "concept-level" product that hadn't yet entered mass production with only a few prototypes, it wouldn't be strange for an NPC in this world to hold such a thing.

Yet, Lin Yu couldn't help but suspect...

"This guy couldn't actually be a player, could he?"

After all, the other party's code name was 'Zhu Rong'...

This was a player code name Lin Yu had heard before—back when he went to Haicheng, the buyer who purchased Radish Grandpa's mysterious carrots was named exactly this!

Lin Yu didn't think this was a complete coincidence.

But if the other party was a player, wasn't this his solo dungeon? Why would he encounter another player?

Should he test the other party?

Should he reveal his own player identity to the other party?

Lin Yu thought rapidly but ultimately decided to go with the flow for now.

Even if he were to reveal his player identity to the other party, it certainly wouldn't be in front of the other two people.

However... he could drop some hints.

"You can call me 'Bollo'," Lin Yu said calmly. "As for what I'm good at... I know a little bit about everything."

As he spoke, Lin Yu subtly observed Zhu Rong's reaction.

However, the other party's expression remained normal, revealing no flaws.

"The other party was also in Haicheng before, and as a buyer from 'Radish'. Even if they know nothing about detective novels, it's impossible they haven't heard of 'Furbollo's' activities and deeds," Lin Yu pondered. "So... maybe it really is a coincidence?"

Although the name "Zhu Rong" undoubtedly originated from the real world, Lin Yu was well aware that as the Death Game continuously brought people from his world into the Ten Realms as players, it had long since impacted different worlds.

These worlds had even long been connected to each other—for example, back on the train, he had found wine produced by the Kirishima Vineyard.

"Of course, it's also possible this guy is just too slow on the uptake... Tsk, I should have inquired about that Zhu Rong's information back then..."

Lin Yu grumbled inwardly, while Bone Spur, wearing the studded jacket, made a fuss.

"Know a little bit about everything? Quite the boast. So you're saying... assassination, combat, maintenance, hacking, alchemy—all these common mercenary skills—you've dabbled in them all?"

Lin Yu recalled his inventory of items and nodded with a smile.

"Yes. But conversely, I don't have any particular specialty either."

His calm, strategically humble reply, delivered with an arrogant tone yet containing self-deprecating content that was hard to fault, left Bone Spur unable to pick a fight.

"Then I hope you don't hold us back!"

"I'll do my best," Lin Yu replied calmly. "But, who exactly is our mission target?"

"Actually, we don't know that yet either," Big Ball said somewhat sheepishly. "But you came at just the right time. The team leader will be here shortly to personally brief us on the commission details."

"Team leader?"

Lin Yu was somewhat surprised.

"Yes," Big Ball said cheerfully. "The employer personally appointed the team leader. According to Black Snake, he's a real expert!"

Bone Spur snorted coldly again. "I doubt it. Those middlemen always love to exaggerate. Once he gets here, I'll test his mettle!"

After that, he fell silent.

Lin Yu also sat down on the sofa near the door, closing his eyes to rest and communicate with Old Zheng.

"That 'Zhu Rong', do you recognize them?"

"They feel like a player."

Old Zheng's voice sounded. "Hard to say. Their anti-perception is also very strong... And the ability they displayed earlier is something that exists in this world itself."

"Let me ask differently. What's the probability of running into other players in a 'Personal Trial Dungeon'?"

"Usually, it's very small. Theoretically, you could encounter other players running normal dungeons or Third Tiers wandering the Ten Realms, but the Death Game should help you avoid that," Old Zheng said calmly. "But you, kid, are too metaphysical. Low-probability events tend to happen easily around you."

Hearing Old Zheng's answer, Lin Yu let out a sigh.

"Alright, then let's treat the other party as a player..."

Lin Yu quietly pondered.

Over ten minutes passed.

The private room door was pushed open again, and Lin Yu opened his eyes.

The newcomer was a handsome, tall, and slender young man.

He wore a sharp white trench coat, long boots, and a beret.

However, his eyes looked somewhat lifeless, as if he had 800-degree astigmatism and forgot to wear his glasses when going out—this was very unusual, because someone with his style and demeanor should typically possess an extremely sharp gaze.

He swept his dead-fish eyes over the four people present, then spoke with a smile.

"You're the mercenaries here for the interview, right? You look the part."

Bone Spur stood up first. "You're the team leader? What's your background? What gives you the confidence to be our leader!"

He glanced at Bone Spur.

"You don't need to know my background. As for why I can be your leader... come here."

He beckoned Bone Spur with a hook of his finger. Bone Spur snorted coldly, took off his studded leather jacket, and tossed it onto the sofa.

Underneath, Bone Spur wore a black sleeveless tank top, revealing his lean but sharply defined muscular physique.

Simultaneously, his arms bore faint silver threads half-embedded in his skin.

"Active Metal Electrodes... Universal General Chamber of Commerce technology, and fourth-generation at that!"

Big Ball exclaimed in surprise.

Bone Spur looked at the other man, his tone unfriendly. "Seems you might have read our profiles, knowing I'm positioned as a 'Gunman'... But, the reason I made a name for myself in Gray Three Streets isn't just my exceptional skill with firearms; my hand-to-hand combat is by no means a weakness either!"

He nimbly vaulted over the table, landing in front of the team leader.

The team leader in the white trench coat adjusted his hat, then smiled.

"It seems you've misunderstood me..."

He reached behind his back, then swiftly drew out something.

"Swish!"

Seeing this gun-drawing-like motion, Bone Spur's face instinctively changed, and he lunged forward, ready to tackle the team leader.

But just as he was about to make contact, Bone Spur's movement halted.

The team leader had pulled out from behind his back five golden, hard "sheets of paper."

These were the "commemorative products" issued by the Universal General Chamber of Commerce a decade ago for the nobility, nicknamed "Golden Vouchers."

They were physical "asset points" exchange vouchers, each with a face value of 1000 points.

"I'm actually not particularly skilled at fighting or the like. However... I am the employer's trusted confidant."

He stuffed the five sheets into Bone Spur's hand, then cheerfully pulled out another fifteen.

"This is my gift to you all, extra and not counted as part of your payment—here, everyone gets a share."