Chapter 390: Chapter 390: The Prosthetic Eye (23)_1
“Speaking of which, thanks to our relentless efforts, the Rebirth Club has been rising to fame lately, enjoying renown at home and abroad.”
After changing back into the shape of Che Shunyong, Fu Qian made his way back the same route while inwardly clicking his tongue in amazement.
The reason he had assumed the guise of Old Master Lu just now wasn’t purely for fun.
First of all, there was recognizability — Old Master Lu’s iconic appearance meant that Andrew could easily figure out with a simple check that this was an important figure from the Rebirth Club.
On the other hand, while not explicitly forbidden, the Rebirth Club was indeed marked by the Night Watchman.
The core individual of such an organization appearing in Posey’s territory in this fashion would undoubtedly lead to endless speculations, such as the possibility of some cross-border cooperation, right?
In this case, the Night Watchman would have no choice but to pay attention.
…
By the time Fu Qian rushed back to the original spot, the colors in the sky had already turned dense, as if hemorrhoids had erupted.
And along the way, although the pedestrians seemed normal enough, they appeared to be in a kind of strange excitement, obviously still influenced by something.
Without any delay, Fu Qian followed the previous path taken by Li Min and entered that block of buildings.
He now had a hunch that he felt was very necessary to verify.
Such an eye-catching ritual effect lasting for so long without completion, its difficulty certainly questionable, but Li Min wouldn’t be unaware of the dangers involved.
Under such circumstances, Li Min still insisted on performing the ritual, which made Fu Qian smell something unusual in the air.
Difficult to complete — could it be possible that this person never intended to finish it in the first place?
Upon entering the building, Fu Qian casually strolled around and quickly locked onto a presence above his head.
The building was quite classically styled, with several pointed turrets on the top, and the presence was located in one of them.
Without hesitation, Fu Qian quickly ascended the stairs and soon reached his destination.
The door was not closed, and almost immediately, he saw a familiar face.
Bathed in the light passing through the glass panes, Li Min seemed to hear the noise and was looking over with a puzzled face.
“Mr. Che, why have you come up here? Is there something you needed?”
“There was, but it’s already been handled.”
Fu Qian replied calmly, maintaining an appearance of having everything under control.
“Hmm?”
Li Min frowned upon hearing this.
“What happened?”
“The Night Watchman had searched this area just now.”
Fu Qian answered with a smile.
“But rest assured, he’s been reduced to smithereens.”
“Reduced to smithereens?”
Li Min looked quite shocked.
“…Anyway, there was no need to kill anyone. Opposing the Night Watchman is completely unnecessary!”
“Don’t worry, though he’s been reduced to smithereens, he’s not dead.”
“Reduced to smithereens but not dead?”
Li Min was somewhat confused by Fu Qian’s description.
“That’s right, so I regret to inform you that we need to make our retreat.”
…
Li Min looked at Fu Qian in disbelief, at a loss for words.
“If you’re not sure how to respond, why not ask your dear friend?”
Facing his gaze, Fu Qian spoke slowly.
“What do you mean!”
Li Min raised her head sharply, her face showing an unmistakable shock.
“I mean, if you — Miss Rachel, are uncertain about what to do, you might as well inform your good friend Li Min about the situation and let her make the decision.”
…
As Fu Qian finished speaking, the expression on the face of Li Min before him grew increasingly distorted, and after a few seconds, she froze entirely, no longer moving at all.
At the same time, in a corner, a figure distorted and then another silhouette appeared.
Rachel, with her head full of vibrant colors, also wore a look of disbelief as she gazed at Fu Qian.
“How did you see through it?”
She seemed to have a hard time accepting that she had been recognized.
“I must say, that was quite an impressive trick.”
Fu Qian, however, ignored her question and instead, he praised the still figure of Li Min.
“To think you can even mimic the breath to a degree, you must have put in quite an effort.”
Indeed, Fu Qian had realized immediately that the Li Min before him was nothing more than a thing akin to an illusionary projection.
And the source maintaining it was the hidden Rachel beside her.
Li Min seemed to have used some special method to leave a trace of her own breath on the illusion, creating this convincingly realistic smokescreen.
“Of course.”
Rachel just snorted in response to Fu Qian’s compliment, the wariness in her eyes undiminished.
“You couldn’t have come here specifically to praise people, what are you really up to?”
“Didn’t I just say it? You couldn’t possibly think I was joking, could you?”
Fu Qian put on a surprised expression.
“By my estimate, in less than ten minutes, more Night Watchmen will appear nearby.”
“And this time, it will be particularly nasty because I left the one we attacked with only half a life, and he also knows I have accomplices.”
“Are you out of your mind!”
After hearing this, Rachel looked like she was ready to slash someone.
“Why the hell would you do that!”
“A moment of impulse, but now’s not the time to dwell on that, where’s your dear friend?”
“She…”
Rachel instinctively glanced in another direction.
“Are you sure?”
Fu Qian followed her gaze, which led to the spire of another tower.
“It’s part of the plan we set up in advance; if something happened, I could hold them off for a while on my side.”
Rachel explained coldly.
“It seems you don’t consider me an interference; should I be flattered?”
“If it wasn’t for Li Min’s instruction not to conflict with you, I wouldn’t be so courteous.”
Rachel’s reply was very direct.
“You can go find her now and explain the situation to her.”
She finished speaking with an additional warning.
“Don’t try anything funny, I’ll be watching you.”
“Don’t worry, whenever I make a move, it’s never a minor one.”
…
But all of this wasn’t the point; the focus lay in the dazzling array of colors where Roland was looking over vigilantly.
“What’s happened?”