Chapter 598: Chapter 598: Uproar (22)_1 Chapter 598: Chapter 598: Uproar (22)_1 “It’s alright, I guess.”
Fu Qian replied noncommittally to the bizarre face Marco made with a sense of smugness beneath his hood.
Obviously, the two people who had followed him were not here to rob a house but to fulfill someone’s request.
This was not too surprising, for he had already encountered a similar scene on his way to the Old Theological College and had been curious about it at the time.
It couldn’t be such a coincidence that two different groups would be interested in the old man one after another.
In fact, this was why, upon noticing the situation again, Fu Qian had chosen to lead the people here.
However, the fact that Marco was the mastermind behind the scenes was still a bit shocking and annoying.
Based on his previous behavior, Fu Qian could almost guess what his motive was.
“It does seem pretty good, Ya Yu has treated you already? I was wondering if it would affect the mission.”
Upon hearing Fu Qian’s response, Marco let out an exaggerated laugh.
Honestly spoken, when he didn’t express any emotion, he still looked somewhat human.
What a pity that as soon as he moved, it was easy to wonder if there was something lurking under that human skin.
“Don’t worry, it was a piece of cake.”
Fu Qian’s tone was brimming with confidence.
“Not only did I step on the spot, but I even got quite an artistic influence.”
“Are you talking about Phoenix Palace?”
Marco’s smile became even more flamboyant.
“I’m afraid that besides there, you must have visited other places, right?”
“Oh, where?”
Playing dumb, oblivious to the danger.
Seeing this, Marco let out a cold laugh.
“Old Theological College, do I need to remind you of more?”
“Can you tell me what purpose you had in visiting a place heavily guarded by the Night Watchman, after confirming the action plan?”
“This…”
Fu Qian’s tone finally revealed a sense of shock.
“That’s rather unprofessional of you!”
“Monitoring a colleague the whole time, have you completed your own official duties? Your work attitude really is becoming–”
Whoosh!
Before Fu Qian could finish speaking, a dark shadow suddenly whizzed past his face, with extreme force.
He barely twisted his head, avoiding the fate of having his mask whipped off.
This was rather interesting.
Fu Qian could see very clearly that the thing thrown at him was a powerful whip, as thick as an arm, alright then, transformed from an arm.
This Fourth Phase Transcendent from the Native Council also turned out to be a user of raw physical power.
Observing the whip as it slowly retracted after missing its target, Fu Qian felt a moment of familiarity.
“So you really don’t want to take off the mask, do you?”
Marco didn’t look too disappointed and continued to laugh strangely.
“I knew there was something off about you.”
“Hunted by the Night Watchman, forced to trigger the Godblood Curse, a mask that blocks prying eyes, and even making up a Demigod’s will within the mask…”
“Such a flawed lie might deceive others, but did you think it would fool me?”
“You are not Camus at all, but an undercover agent sent by the Night Watchman, Camus is probably long dead by your hands, having been forced to confess some things.”
By the end of it, Marco was already seething with killing intent.
“Excuse me for interrupting.”
Fu Qian’s tone carried a hint of shock.
“So is this you taking revenge for your colleague?”
“Revenge, haha… what a joke!”
Marco laughed crazily once more.
“Believe me, no one is happier to see that guy dead than me, but that doesn’t mean I have any good impressions of you.”
“In fact, you give me an even worse vibe than that guy!”
“Do you know how I confirmed your itinerary? Actually, it couldn’t be simpler, just a matter of spending some money.”
Seeing Fu Qian silent for a moment, Marco’s face lit up with smugness as he pointed in the direction from which the two fit young men had left.
“Find a bunch of youngsters with nothing better to do. A little incentive, and they’re very willing to earn some extra cash.”
“A little bit of synthesis, and it’s easy to piece together your movements.”
“Sometimes, ordinary people are more useful than Transcendents.”
“So, are you planning to capture me all by yourself now? Isn’t that a bit risky? After all, the Night Watchman currently has more than enough hands. For all you know, I could be some Demigod in disguise.”
Fu Qian nodded repeatedly as he listened.
“No need for empty bluffs! Would the Night Watchman really let a Demigod willingly get infected with the Godblood Curse for a bit of intelligence? Even they aren’t that extravagant.”
“And below the Demigods, I consider myself unbeatable by anyone. It seems you’ve picked a pretty good spot for yourself.”
As Marco surveyed his surroundings, his body under the clothes began to undulate violently.
“I actually even owe you a bit of gratitude. After all, I’ve always wanted to kill Camus myself–no opportunity though–so killing an imposter wouldn’t be too bad.”
What the heck is all this?
After hearing Marco’s death sentence, Fu Qian massaged his temples, looking at his face with what seemed like countless tiny worms wriggling under the skin.
It turns out, it’s not just having one’s mind on the gutter that can severely affect one’s intelligence–any kind of bug in the brain does the trick.
“Do you play games?”
The next moment, Fu Qian suddenly asked a question.
What?
“In some games, there are all sorts of factions. When taking action, you need to analyze the pros and cons, carefully maintaining a balance between them to maximize your own gains, like walking a tightrope.”
“What do you mean?”
Marco, who had been fully on guard, was rather puzzled for a moment.
“You really don’t play, huh? To be fair, it’s quite interesting.”
Without responding to him, Fu Qian shook his head and continued.
“But one phenomenon is that, when you venture alone into danger, weaving in and out, relying on the wisdom of mission handlers, brilliantly maintaining balance, and ending up with a day of big rewards, it often breeds a special kind of frustration.”
“This frustration gives you the urge to smash all those people into the mud, tired of their nonsense.”
“And then, just at that moment, suddenly there’s a creature that, without a word, starts draining your health bar, appearing right in front of you–imagine that feeling…”
Fu Qian seemed to be getting quite caught up in his explanation.
“And it even follows you to a place where it won’t alarm the guards before it makes its move.”
“Die!”
Though it sounded like gibberish to him, Fu Qian’s tone somehow made Marco’s face twitch convulsively, not wanting to let this man go on for even another second.
With a whistling sound, both of Marco’s hands extended into whips and, with greater momentum than before, lashed out simultaneously, one after the other.
And just as the attack was about to hit Fu Qian, a flash of blood light appeared, and nails flew from each fingertip, slicing at Fu Qian from all around.
Interesting!
Confronted with such a fierce attack, Fu Qian twisted his body with incredible agility to dodge repeatedly while rapidly flicking his fingers, unleashing several Air Bullets with a whoosh.
This move clearly stunned Marco, yet the resulting sense of crisis made his emotions even more unstable.
The next moment, the bizarre wriggling under his skin abruptly intensified to the extreme and found an outlet in the wounds left by the nails.
Accompanied by a teeth-gritting sound of tearing, ten red worms twisted into long whips instantly enveloped Fu Qian.
Is that all? I thought I might learn something interesting!
As Fu Qian witnessed the scene, he couldn’t help but feel a bit disappointed.
Is that your big move? How is it any different from bugs that spray their innards?
And as for power, it’s far from matching the visual impact of mine.
“What on earth are you–”
The next moment, as Marco stood shocked to his core, a massive arm made up of countless black and red tentacles explosively burst forth.
His formerly proud, mighty body stood no chance against such impact; it disintegrated instantly, and within seconds, not a fragment larger than a fingernail could be found.
And when the dust settled, the one behind all this, Fu Qian, snorted and looked up into the sky at a forty-five degree angle.
What’s the use of such beastly tricks, they only add to the amusement!