Chapter 442: Chapter 442 Wasteland Part (Four)_1 Chapter 442: Chapter 442 Wasteland Part (Four)_1 It truly has that wasteland style!
Walking on the crooked streets, Fu Qian took a breath of the dry air.
By now he had confirmed why at first glance there were no trees in sight.
Because this place was simply built on a desert, and at the moment one could vaguely see the vast expanse of white sand in the distance.
As for why adventurers chose to establish a gathering area in such a barren land, perhaps conditions in other places were even worse?
However, along the way, this settlement built upon the wasteland still had some signs of life, even boasting various entertainment venues.
This was perfectly understandable as a place where danger and opportunity coexisted, the need for stress relief under high pressure naturally surged as well.
But beyond that, the rest looked quite monotonous, mostly just various residential areas.
“The industrial structure is still too simplistic!”
Fu Qian made his comments with mock seriousness.
After all, this was a Forbidden Area, hunting Transcendent creatures, collecting special materials, that was the only industry here.
In other words, there was essentially only one profession here—Hunter.
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There were not a few pedestrians on the road, and almost all of them were Transcendents, many fully armed and bristling with murderous intent.
This was quite different from the outside world, where in places with the Night Watchman, Transcendents mostly kept a low profile, and this kind of uninhibited flamboyance was rare.
After idling around for about a quarter of an hour, Fu Qian finally arrived at his destination—a bar open twenty-four hours.
Fans of Westerns know that bars have always been information hubs, dens of iniquity, and legendary places where many stories begin.
Considering his current goal was to show his face, running to such a place was more than appropriate.
And this act was not at all out of place.
Imagine assuming his current role, as a novice Hunter who had just refused to collaborate with the Siren Group, even simply for the sake of self-preservation, showing up in a crowded place was a very natural move.
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Although it was daytime, the bar was still dimly lit inside.
Amidst the wild and rough decor, there was also quite a number of customers.
Clearly, the majority here didn’t grasp the concept of a day job, and being nocturnal was the norm.
When Fu Qian entered, the noisy environment even quieted down for a moment as many gazes converged on his mask.
It seemed that the Siren Group’s recent exploration was still garnering a lot of attention.
Fu Qian went straight to the bar, ordered a drink, and found a place to sit down.
The next moment, he took off his mask and set it aside, revealing the face underneath.
Hiss!
Almost instantly, Fu Qian seemed to hear numerous sounds of satisfaction, it appeared this action had helped quite a few people confirm his identity.
The bar soon grew noisy again, and unsurprisingly, Fu Qian heard plenty of conversations about himself and the Siren Group.
This was normal, but what Fu Qian focused on was something else—after listening carefully, there was no mention at all of the term “Sinflame.”
Considering he had already confirmed the date, he knew that the last Goddess of Sin and Punishment mission had taken place before this.
But in such a diverse and complicated place, it seemed that no one recognized him, either his minor facial adjustments at that time were very effective, or the massacre show never ended up being seen by the public.
Whichever the case, it counted as good news for him.
In fact, it was quite reasonable; even when recruiting expendable heroes, the Siren Group would at least do some background checking, and if they could discover he was part of that sinful game, then it’s highly likely that none of the following events would have occurred.
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“Is it okay if I sit here?”
Just as Fu Qian was halfway through his drink, someone finally couldn’t hold back.
With a soft and glutinous voice rising, Fu Qian looked up to see a lady with red hair and a black dress.
Powdered face, red lips, and a curvy figure, every move she made exuded a mature charm.
Amidst a misty fragrance, the lady, although verbally seeking Fu Qian’s permission, didn’t wait for a response and just sat down beside him.
“Help yourself,”
Fu Qian didn’t mind and gestured indifferently.
“Mind buying me a drink?”
Leaning in an extremely seductive pose on her seat, the lady, with sparkling eyes giving each glance a life of its own, naturally asked again.
“I mind.”
Fu Qian’s response was just as natural.
…
After a brief silence, the redhead covered her mouth with her hand and laughed so hard her flowers shook, trying to dispel the awkwardness with an even more exaggerated gesture.
“You look a bit unfamiliar, just arrived here?”
Do you really need to ask if I just got here?
Fu Qian glanced around, confirming that everyone else in the bar seemed casual but was actually all ears.
“Not very long.”
“It’s nice to see young people coming here, believe me, the wasteland is dangerous, but the rewards are unimaginably great.”
The redhead beamed charmingly, speaking with the tone of a seasoned courtesan.
“Great rewards?”
Upon hearing this, Fu Qian frowned and then looked around, his gaze sweeping over the bar’s many patrons.
“You sure?”
…
In the art of drawing ire, Fu Qian was naturally gifted.
His look, combined with his tone, couldn’t have made his meaning clearer, “the great rewards have nurtured this sort of riffraff?”
Considering the people present were all high and mighty Transcendents, his words instantly made the once noisy bar go dead quiet, and the air teemed with murderous intent so thick it was almost tangible.
“Nora, it seems this little brother isn’t too fond of your act!”
Among the murderous vibes, someone stood up.
It was a man in a black leather jacket, vicious of eye, muscular of build, holding a large cup in his hand.
Thud!
The man slammed his cup down hard on the table, eyes fixed on Fu Qian.
“Did your collaboration with the Siren Group end prematurely?”
“Heard their exploration faced heavy losses, is that true?”
With Nora’s example right there, this man obviously didn’t want to beat around the bush.
“It’s true.”
Faced with such a direct question, Fu Qian nodded unequivocally, invigorating the people around him.
Even the man in the leather jacket was visibly surprised by Fu Qian’s honesty.
“What caused it?”
The man momentarily quelled his rage, restraining the excitement in his eyes.
“Isn’t that obvious?”
Fu Qian pointed at himself.
“They lost me as strong external support, isn’t that a heavy loss?”
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In the dead silence that filled the room, the man in the leather jacket was stunned for a moment before realizing what was happening, and the anger he had been suppressing erupted instantaneously in a multiplied form.
“Are you mocking me?”
The man glared at Fu Qian, his voice ice-cold.
“One shouldn’t get too high on one’s high horse.”
Facing such pressure, Fu Qian remained unmoved, leisurely finishing the last sip of his drink.
“On what basis do you think I’m interested in mocking you?”
Today was about establishing a reputation, and as everyone knows, to make a lasting impression, one’s reputation must be unmistakable.