Chapter 108: Chapter 107: The Hunter’s Thirst for Blood (Part Seven)_1
Working overtime, indeed!
Fu Qian concealed his breath as he silently observed what lay ahead.
Before him stood the Night Watchmen Base.
After parting ways with Wen Li, he did not return to his bookstore but came back to this place once again.
It was already dark, yet the Night Watchmen Base was still brightly lit.
People could be seen constantly entering and leaving, even more frantic than during the day.
This indicated that the incident at the banquet had already reached here, setting this massive organization into motion.
Fu Qian touched his face, his facial muscles swiftly adjusting.
Of course, he was not there just to watch the fuss.
The more the Night Watchman worked overtime, the closer he was to mission failure.
Passive waiting had never been his style; taking the initiative was the right path.
And he had a plan for just that.
As The Art of War states, create confusion to catch fish in muddy waters.
When the environment was disadvantageous to oneself, one should stir up the waters.
Right, he was going to infiltrate the material storage again.
In the guise of Henrik.
In the current situation, compared with the Night Watchmen, he had too little information, still being significantly at a disadvantage.
The opponent could be a formidable machine, with abundant manpower and a clear division of labor.
To seize the initiative, merely following behind the opponent was not enough; he needed to uncover some intelligence that others were unaware of to create an advantage.
For example, “Henrik re-enters the Night Watchmen Base, seemingly searching for something.”
This piece of information would be puzzling for many.
Including Henrik himself.
At that time, only he would know the truth of the matter.
After a few minutes of adjustment, Fu Qian’s features had once again changed.
Of course, he had not transformed into the likeness of Henrik.
From the encounter at the banquet, it was clear that Henrik possessed the ability to change his appearance.
And as a wanted individual, he would surely disguise himself before entering the Night Watchmen Base; using his actual face would just arouse suspicion.
As for whose face to use, Fu Qian had already solved that problem.
During the time he lay in wait just now, he had locked onto a Night Watchman who had stepped outside.
This brother was not very strong, being only about Eighth Phase, which matched perfectly with Fu Qian’s state after putting on a mask.
Moreover, this person was clearly among the most basic level within the Night Watchmen.
Logically, as a base-level member, he would likely be running around until late, with no need to worry about him returning too soon.
After adjusting his features to match those of the Night Watchman, Fu Qian decisively stood up and walked toward the Night Watchmen Base.
The guards at the door glanced at the credentials in Fu Qian’s hand and let him through.
As expected, the security check upon entering the base was not strict!
This was actually quite understandable; setting aside the fact that many people were coming and going, no criminal would typically think of breaking into a place like the Night Watchmen Base.
As for the credentials, naturally, he had taken them from the Night Watchman he was impersonating.
As a distinguished Fourth Phase Transcendent, if he were to be detected even with this, he might as well not bother trying to blend in.
Once inside the base, Fu Qian confidently strode forward.
In the afternoon, he had already observed the layout of the base roughly.
Plus, during his recent observation, Fu Qian had generally categorized several areas and locked on to a few suspicious locations.
In his opinion, these places could potentially be where the material storage was located, but due to limited information, he could not make further judgments.
And he did not need to!
He was there to stir the pot, not actually to steal anything.
If he delved too deeply and ended up trapped inside, it would be quite awkward.
Then he might have to resort to more than just the method of Transcendence.
Following the route he had planned, Fu Qian circumvented the area where he had been detained earlier, making his way to the other side of the black Spire.
Compared to the opposite side, this area was much more deserted.
Fu Qian’s gaze swept around, quickly finding an entrance.
Inside the entrance was a spacious hall where a girl dressed in the Night Watchman’s uniform sat vigilantly.
Behind the hall was a corridor, at the end of which stood a dark, menacing door, with two guards stationed by it.
One had to say, the setup looked reliable; if it wasn’t a storage warehouse, it was definitely some place of importance.
As for himself, as long as he could stir things up, that was enough.
Fu Qian stepped through the entrance without any hesitation.
The girl noticed him immediately, her wary eyes tracking him all the way until he approached.
“You’re going down below?”
Fu Qian flashed his identification, but to his surprise, not only did the girl’s gaze not relax, it grew even more vigilant.
“That’s right.”
“Special permission is required to enter the sealed area for anyone below the Middle Tier, where is your proof of permission?”
The young lady sized up Fu Qian from head to toe for a long while.
Not a warehouse?
A sealed area, off-limits to those below the Middle Tier.
Was there something remarkable below?
Fu Qian thought to himself, yet his expression remained perfectly natural.
“Proof of permission, ah, I forgot where I put it, let me search for it.”
Fu Qian said casually, then covertly searched through his clothes.
Of course, he had no such permission; he wasn’t expecting to fool the other party with this ruse but to create a disturbance and lure the guards over.
His movements undoubtedly made the girl more cautious, her hand quietly signaling under the table.
The two distant guards had been watching all along and quickly approached upon receiving the signal.
They were just too cooperative!
Fu Qian silently commended the girl.
“Without permission, you cannot enter. Register your information and then go back,” said one of the guards, not nearly as polite as the girl, flanking Fu Qian from both sides, their tone cold.
“Don’t hurry, of course I have permission, ah, here it is!”
Before the guard could finish, Fu Qian exclaimed, pulling his hand out of his pocket.
For a moment, all three pairs of eyes were fixed on his hand.
But the next moment, Fu Qian’s palm opened to reveal nothing at all.
The girl’s pupils suddenly constricted and she instinctively reached for the alarm.
However, halfway through her motion, an invisible mighty force struck her chest.
A muffled thud resounded as the intense impact sent her flying several meters, knocking her out cold.
Simultaneously, Fu Qian’s arms suddenly extended, his fists reaching the guards’ faces in an instant.
Duang! Duang!
The explosive force of the impact sent the two men flying, rendering them unconscious.
Compared to the girl, these two were considerably stronger, almost at the Sixth Phase.
But at such close range, they stood no chance against Fu Qian’s surprise attack.
In the span of a second, three people went down; Fu Qian didn’t waste any time and headed straight for the door at the end of the corridor.
The black door was made of metal, quite hefty, but it was not locked.
Fu Qian slowly pushed the door open; inside was a spiraling staircase descending into the depths, appearing aged and worn.
Amidst the creaking noise, Fu Qian descended while observing his surroundings, soon finding another metal door at the bottom.
There wasn’t even a guard in front of this door.
Without any courtesy, Fu Qian laid his hand on it and pushed slowly, the space in front of him suddenly expanding.
What’s that smell?
How foul!