Chapter 838: 836 Chapter Ignite (10) Chapter 838: 836 Chapter Ignite (10) “It’s not impossible!”

If evil goes unpunished, then what’s the point of being evil?

Faced with Brother Clown’s abnormal state, Fu Qian grew increasingly convinced of his own speculation.

Hold on, why does profiling this twisted psychology feel so natural to him?

Meanwhile, Fu Qian realized another issue and couldn’t help but engage in a bit of soul-searching.

Of course, it only took half a second for him to attribute this to his extraordinary imagination.

As for why Brother Clown hadn’t recognized him from the start of their face-to-face sit-down, the reason was simple–
In front of two major forces, Fu Qian had decisively put on the Pontiff’s Gifted Mask and even changed his outfit, achieving a low-key transformation.

After all, although the fire to be extinguished had not yet been found, a certain fire had already been kindled by him.

What followed was a time of covert observation, which was more convenient.

…

“People hiding behind masks are often cold-blooded cowards.”

However, at that moment, Brother Clown finally glanced his way.

After a brief focus, the man issued a hoarse comment.

It was clear he still hadn’t recognized Fu Qian, but he had some quibbles about the mask on his face.

To talk like that with such a painted face!

“Why?”

In response to his comment, Fu Qian quietly retorted internally while calmly asking.

“Showing your true face at least shows you have the courage to face scorn, not just jealousy in the shadows.”

Brother Clown replied slowly, his tone reflective of one who had lost purpose in life but reached a profound realization.

“That makes sense.”

Fu Qian nodded.

“Then I have a question, if a person tears off their own face and then wears it back as a mask, does that make them a coward or a hero?”

“…Interesting thought.”

Brother Clown was taken aback, finally taking Fu Qian seriously, inspecting him from top to bottom with renewed interest.

This insignificant character had proposed a surprisingly thoughtful idea.

“As for the answer, why don’t we try and see.”

As he spoke, he stretched his mouth into an exaggerated expression.

The next moment, he flicked a Dagger from his sleeve, causing a ripple of screams.

Apart from the two of them, the other passengers scrambled desperately to the corners of the carriage, with some continuously pounding to signal the coachman to stop.

Amidst this chaos, Brother Clown acted as if nothing had happened, pressing the Dagger against his face the next second.

The Dagger, resembling a curved claw with a serrated back, effortlessly sliced through his cheek.

He then spent about a minute carefully peeling off layers of facial skin.

Brother Clown was very meticulous, clearly intending to preserve the entirety.

Impressive craftsmanship.

Having observed the whole process, Fu Qian affirmed the man’s technique.

By then, the carriage had stopped, and the other passengers had long escaped through various means.

Brother Clown appeared unconcerned, very satisfied after completing the task, displaying the harvested skin in front of Fu Qian with a shake before carefully covering it again.

“How does it feel?”

His voice was inevitably somewhat distorted.

“You’re asking a ‘masked coward’ how it feels?”

Though seriously assessing, Fu Qian still pointed out the logical inconsistency in Brother Clown’s earlier judgment.

As for any concern about his life and death, there was no need.

A man who could survive a fall from a rooftop with only his soup spilled wasn’t likely to die from such a wound.

“I suppose I should be asking you that.”

“You’re right…”

Brother Clown slowly caressed his face, finding his mouth corner and flicking it upward with two fingers.

“The answer is… fantastic.”

“Thank you for your intriguing thought… so do you have any other suggestions?”

“I do.”

Fu Qian responded fluently, pointing in a certain direction.

“There’s something worth watching over there, even a bunch of cowards.”

He was indicating the location where the first Thread of Concern had been cut.

Indeed, at that moment, Fu Qian was on his way there.

Despite some time having passed, and even though Aike and his team had just completed a case and should have moved quickly, Fu Qian still chose this course of action.

“Over there?”

Brother Clown followed his gaze, tapping his blood-stained Dagger against his chin thoughtfully.

It was obvious he couldn’t fail to see that he was being used.

The man before him clearly had an agenda.

But that didn’t matter. It wasn’t important.

“The coachman’s gone, so can you drive?”

A few seconds later, he looked at Fu Qian and asked.

“I’ve practiced.”

Fu Qian nodded, ever ready to oblige.

That wasn’t an empty boast, of course–he’d trained in a wild part of the West.

…

“Compared to those idiots, you’re indeed an interesting character.”

After a minor mishap, the carriage was smoothly back on track.

Through the window, Brother Clown observed Fu Qian’s handling, expressing great satisfaction.

“Why do you call them idiots?”

Sitting up front, casually controlling the carriage, Fu Qian adopted a conversational tone.

“That boring and dull life they lead, how is it not idiotic?”

Brother Clown let out a deep, throaty laugh.

“I’m a bit surprised that you, of all people, don’t think so.”

“Can’t help it, I’m not familiar with them.”

…

This statement from Fu Qian was undoubtedly revealing, even causing Brother Clown a brief moment of silence.

“Outsiders?”

“Yep, can’t you tell?”

“Not obvious; generally, outsiders tend to be even more boring.”

Meaning, not as deranged as himself?

Fu Qian had strong reading comprehension, but this didn’t foster any negative emotions.

When in Rome, this just showed he’d done well.

“So you often encounter outsiders?”

“How could that luck last forever!”

Brother Clown laughed again.

“Though outsiders_facturer more dull, the combination of two different kinds of boredom can sometimes produce something novel.”

“Then you’re in luck today.”

Fu Qian wasn’t surprised by this attitude and immediately commented.

“So the group of cowards you mentioned, are they also outsiders?”

Brother Clown quickly caught on to his meaning.

“Then your attitude is a bit strange; is there some conflict between you?”

“Yes.”

Fu Qian answered very succinctly.

“After you left, they had issues with my convertible carriage.”

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“Are you that guy in the carriage?”

Brother Clown finally realized something, half-leaping out of the carriage, staring at Fu Qian from behind, his Dagger gleaming.

“Yes.”

Fu Qian acknowledged this unconcernedly, even nodding.

“So why do you hate the carriage?”