Chapter 1081: Chapter 1079: Dragon Summit Inn (Part 3)
The two who barged in were naturally the Siren masters who had just passed by Fu Qian.
From the timing, it’s obvious they found the murder scene and searched the surrounding area briefly before rushing back.
As for how Fu Qian managed to time everything so precisely?
It’s simple. He had been monitoring the movements there all along.
From when Gerard showed interest in the right hand, his pretense as a pugilist stalled for this moment.
As the store’s top-tier combatant, most others’ investigative ranges fall far short of his.
Thus, this act of talking at will had undeniably shaped a most stirring effect.
At least the look from brother Gerard had turned into genuine ferocity in an instant.
“What happened? Speak slowly.”
Of course, Gerard didn’t truly believe any tales of bloody retribution; his cannibalistic gaze fixed on Fu Qian with a frosty tone.
…
The two who had come to report were taken aback by Fu Qian’s suddenly emerging unfamiliar face. On one hand, they didn’t expect a newcomer at this time; on the other hand, they couldn’t understand what his previous remark meant.
However, as a real team, they demonstrated a difference from the scattered mercenaries.
“The person we were charged with overseeing is dead!”
Without asking any questions to satisfy curiosity, the one who spoke first quickly described the bloody scene that Fu Qian initially witnessed.
“We arrived shortly after the person had died. From the traces at the scene, it looks like a betrayal from behind.”
“We judged that the culprit couldn’t have gone far and attempted to search immediately, but sadly didn’t find any suspicious traces… or people.”
While saying this, he glanced at Fu Qian.
It was clearly suspicious.
Just died, and yet betrayed from behind, even having their head taken…
However, upon hearing his description, Gerard, though frowning for a while, his gaze towards Fu Qian became somewhat softer.
Judging from the timing and execution, it felt beyond this guy’s capabilities.
“How could it be! Who’s got a death wish, causing such a stir in the Wasteland!”
Before he could speak up, a strange accent shouting came from not too far away.
Looking over, it turned out to be a younger-looking figure from the Ji Family’s team.
Though his face feigned shock, the delight in his voice was unmistakable.
Even when confronted with the furious stares from the Sirens, he remained unphased and even pointed at Fu Qian.
“I suggest a thorough interrogation of Mr. Lu; his behavior is just too suspicious.”
“That makes sense.”
Faced with this evidently ill-intentioned suggestion, Gerard nodded and snickered.
“You sound very experienced, Amir. Is it because your people also died here last year?”
Clearly, the retort was the crux of the matter.
“Yes, that’s why we dared not bring many people this year!”
Unexpectedly, the other party displayed a resilience to shame, responding to Gerard’s jab with a submissive tone.
“You better not let me find out this is indeed related to the Ji Family…”
Facing this attitude, it was Gerard who had truly lost people, ending up defeated in the snarky exchange.
“Rest assured, it won’t be.”
Faced with this blatant threat, the man named Amir finally turned stern, matching aggression with aggression.
“Just as you did last year with equal secrecy.”
…
It sounds like quite a grudge brewing there!
For a while, Fu Qian, having been somewhat marginalized, watched the confrontation with relish, completely unbothered by his exclusion.
First off, Amir’s team was indeed confirmed to be from the Ji Family.
And judging by his words, the Ji Family had lost members here last year, with the main suspect being the Sirens.
As two factions attempting to expand their influence in the Wasteland, such confrontation is unsurprising.
Considering the caution of the Sirens, they were surely wary of similar scenarios.
But the more it was so, the more they were fuming about the current incident coupled with mockery.
“So, Mr. Lu, could you please explain?”
Fortunately, as a mature adult, team leader Gerard swiftly attempted to redirect this anger towards another target.
Without requesting his men to show him the body, he glared at the surrounded Fu Qian and asked coldly.
“So, you really took the advice?”
Facing the overwhelming crowd, Fu Qian frowned slightly, his face a picture of surprise.
“Is it that if I can’t explain myself clearly, I’ll then face severe torture?”
…
This rhetorical question, coupled with Fu Qian’s dramatic tone, nearly stopped Gerard’s breath.
Although suspicious, in his judgment, it wasn’t likely this guy was the killer, but no matter what, he couldn’t be let off lightly.
But now, this retort made it seem as if he were really taking Amir’s suggestions seriously, leaving him with a frustrating sense of impotence.
“Don’t worry about all that, Mr. Lu. Just think carefully about how to clarify things.”
Taking a deep breath, Gerard tried to remain calm and sound as threatening as possible.
“Sorry, but I can’t explain.”
Unfortunately, Fu Qian’s response was still as straightforward, his gaze lowering to the drink in front of him, which he pushed back the way it came.
“Also, because I feel guilty, I won’t have this drink.”
“If you want to torture me, please, feel free.”
Without even looking at Gerard’s reaction, he stood up and walked over to another sealed window, finding an empty spot to sit.
“Mind buying me a drink?”
He took the sole vacant seat at this table, opposite a red-haired lady in a black dress with powder on her cheeks and red lips, exuding an uncontainable mature charm.
Faced with this somewhat familiar face, Fu Qian smiled warmly and asked.
Ms. Nora, one of Old Master Tieer’s old friends, had said to him the same words when they first met in the bar.
Even at this moment, Old Master Tieer was sitting right beside her.
Of course, no matter who it was, watching Fu Qian walk over step by step, they inevitably showed surprise, unable to understand why this guy would seek them out.
…
Truth be told, Ms. Nora was quite generous.
Although confused, and definitely not wanting to provoke the Sirens backing Gerard, she exchanged a glance with Old Master Tieer and under Gerard’s watchful eye, signalled to the innkeeper.
“Don’t look at me; the resting area at the back even comes free of charge, and I don’t think I’m obligated to provide an explanation.”
Faced with Gerard’s gaze turning her way, the innkeeper shook her head and casually tossed a bottle of wine their way.