Weeping Clown said, "You really saw it. It's a nutrient solution."
He had followed Hunter out to test him, ready to silence him if necessary.
Hunter's tense expression seemed to ease, but he continued to regard Weeping Clown warily. "You're not the Eighth Elder."
Weeping Clown replied, "And you're not the Tenth Elder."
Since Hunter recognized the truth but hadn't exposed him publicly or informed the elders, he must be a spy like Weeping Clown. However, it was unclear which faction he represented. One thing was certain: he harbored no ill intentions toward Gu Yang; in fact, he cared about her well-being.
At that moment, the elevator began its descent, and both men seemed anxious. As they watched the distance decrease, Weeping Clown retracted the golden thread around Hunter's neck, and Hunter lowered his gun.
"Even if we don't belong to the same camp," Hunter said, "I believe we have a common enemy."