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Clearly, Marco had once again chosen the much safer Cross Square.

And without a doubt, Cross Square was once again unsafe.

“Camus…”

Shock, confusion, bewilderment, concern–in that moment, Fu Qian heard a multitude of complex emotions in Marco’s exclamation.

“Camus Grelada.”

Fu Qian slowly put his mask back on and added the full name.

“How could it be you? How could you be here? And this outfit…”

Marco nearly gritted his teeth as he spoke, while vigilantly maintaining his distance.

“This?”

Fu Qian flipped the cloth that covered his arm and Headcage, revealing an almost translucent, deformed arm.

The ability he had temporarily received from Insight, via Camus, had not yet faded.

“It really is you… But you were supposed to–”
Recognizing this ability as belonging to Camus, Marco, a co-worker who always found him disagreeable, spoke in an even heavier tone.

“Supposed to have died at the hands of the Night Watchman, is that it?”

Fu Qian interrupted him, letting out a string of cold laughter.

“Unfortunately for you, I am not that foolish, and I can imagine that is the fate you would face.”

“…What do you mean?”

Clearly unsettled by Fu Qian’s words, Marco asked warily.

“I am under no obligation to tell you.”

Fu Qian bluntly refused to answer.

“So this strange attire… you were the one who appeared at the Old Theological College before? What are you investigating?”

Windbreaker Guy truly lived up to expectations.

As soon as Marco asked his new question, Fu Qian mentally applauded Windbreaker Guy.

Someone who knew about this could only have heard it from Ariel, obviously, Windbreaker Guy had brought the information over.

The fact that this guy had managed to catch up also proved it.

“I told you, I am not obliged to answer your questions.”

Fu Qian snorted once again.

“Or perhaps you want to try to take me back? While I admire your stupidity, I can only advise you not to come too close, or you’ll meet a gruesome end.”

“There’s something wrong with the plan this time, isn’t there?”

Marco, no longer as aggressive as when he first appeared, fell silent for a few seconds before speaking with a conflicted expression.

“Wrong? No, where is the problem?”

Fu Qian smiled eerily.

“Look, aren’t you just fine now?”

Camus had not shown up on time, and yet this guy had still been let out, which meant that he was truly expendable in the plan.

Even letting him out, Veheler and the others might not dismiss the idea of using him to test the waters.

But that was alright. This was now a game of courage, and this probe had been taken up by Fu Qian himself.

“…I can only say, you’re even more annoying than before.”

Fu Qian’s words successfully caused Marco’s eyelids to twitch violently. In the next moment, he stopped attempting to communicate, stepped forward twice, and directly blocked Fu Qian’s path.

“You would do well to spill everything you know.”

Underneath his clothes, Marco’s body began to show strange undulations.

“Otherwise, you’re going to be in big trouble.”

“Once we tangle up, the commotion will grow big, and the Night Watchman will come over quickly, and the consequence will be dying together.”

“…Do you know about the Rebirth Club?”

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Fu Qian stared at the other party for a moment and nodded.

“Understood…”

Marco’s eyes flickered for a moment, clearly gaining greater interest in what Fu Qian was about to say after the information validated by Ariel.

And he strongly believed that it was his threat that had worked.

“Then you shall die with no regrets.”

However, the content that reached his ears the next moment caused his brain to experience a split-second freeze.

An extreme sense of danger rose in his heart as Marco realized with horror that there was no possibility of evasion at this distance.

Instinctively reaching out to block in front of him while trying his best to dodge, a ferocious giant claw tore through everything, shredding his much-prided tough physique and crushing his head to pulp.

The headless corpse didn’t fall to the ground but writhed on the spot instead, with clumps of tissue interweaving and bulging at the severed neck, only to be blasted to smithereens the next moment.

Humph! You dare to toy with the Fu clan with your petty skills.

Fu Qian blew on his fingertips, searched the now thoroughly deceased body, and found a grey-black talisman.

Just as expected.

Holding the second talisman in his pocket, Fu Qian didn’t linger any longer and immediately left the crime scene.

Since I’ve collected your belongings, I shall also bear the consequences that come with them.

For instance, going to the location you’ve chosen for action, to buy and eat some corn cakes.

He had no particular quarrel with Marco; this was what you call extreme pressure.

Now that both high-level cannon fodders are eradicated, if he truly was sent as bait, that was Fu Qian’s response.

What comes next for Veheler and his party, under this pressure, whether they would abandon their plan or split their forces, was completely within control.

However, considering that Ariel was a goal-oriented individual, Fu Qian was quite confident about this.

…

Indeed, the antagonists are always tenacious; Veheler and his group had probably not abandoned their mission.

After eating two servings of corn cakes and still not receiving a mission failure prompt, Fu Qian nodded, very satisfied.

After all, if these people confirmed their withdrawal from the plan, the uproarious tide might fail to form, and Fu Qian’s mission would be directly unsuccessful.

But now, the pressure of potentially losing control over the other two trumpet points had been brought to the extreme.

It only needed to guarantee the summoning of Hamadus while drastically minimizing the odds of one against three, patiently awaiting for the bloom.

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If it weren’t for the mission, it indeed would have been a good place to unwind.

In a small seaside bar, Fu Qian stood in the corner, munching on crispy crackers held on a plate.

The reason he was standing was naturally that his table had already been toppled by the revelers.

As dusk fell, the bar owner showed rare tolerance, allowing a group of people to frolic, even clearing a spot for them.

Making use of the extra time from the mission, Fu Qian leisurely soaked in the festive atmosphere and returned to the seaside bar when the time was right.

It couldn’t be helped, his vision was just so sharp that not even a second visit could find a better spot.

By now, the whole dock was alive with noise, and from afar, one could see the colored lights of the floats sparkling.

Everything seemed unchanged, yet everything had changed.

Watching the Ver Sisters pass by from the outside, going past a noticeably more cheerful group led by Frank, Fu Qian returned his empty plate to the counter and once again put on a mask.

Only this time, on the outside, it was no longer a festive mask with elaborate decorations, but a towering iron cage.

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Amidst the firm locking sound of the iron cage, Fu Qian merged with the crowd, his unique costume eliciting lavish praise.

Not far off was the Lighthouse, the scene atop it already in clear view.

Dunis’ notable personalities were in abundance, including Count Valentin with his white hair and beard.

Only this time, Veheler was absent from his side.

Indeed, at least for now, today seemed to be an even better day.