Chapter 830: Chapter 828: Ignition (Part 2) Chapter 830: Chapter 828: Ignition (Part 2) It was busier than he had imagined, worthy of being a first-tier item.
For a split second, Fu Qian’s gaze intersected with that of an observer on the street corner.
A rather burly figure loomed, towering over two meters tall, draped in a gray trench coat, his sleek black hair covering one eye.
Alive and undoubtedly a demigod, but there was something peculiar about this one’s state.
The next moment, Fu Qian’s brow furrowed slightly.
The person felt somewhat abnormal, too calm, a kind of indifference to everything around him.
As if behind those eyes, there was another person watching him.
Of course, there was more than one person watching him.
The next moment, Fu Qian turned his head.
In just a few seconds, both the coachman and the two horses had fallen into a deep sleep.
And at the other end of the street, a new figure had appeared.
A woman, of average height, with fine, long eyebrows and wearing an overly large, thick cloak, underneath which was a somewhat out-of-place baby face.
And without a doubt, she was also a demigod.
Size wasn’t everything, and this one seemed even more troublesome.
As a player who never blindly optimistically, Fu Qian wouldn’t believe for one second they were a couple reuniting after a long separation or engaging in some romantic cliche.
One behind the other, they approached soundlessly, clearly targeting him.
He had become the prey.
The next moment Fu Qian let out a sigh.
It had to be said, this was a bit of a nuisance.
Although his experience in killing demigods was quite extensive, as someone who preferred harmony and was in such a tranquil place, starting a fight seemed inappropriate.
“It was I who reported the incident.”
After glancing around, Fu Qian suddenly spoke to the woman who seemed more alive.
Hmm?
The woman didn’t respond, but she stopped in her tracks.
“Objects falling from the sky.”
Fu Qian pointed earnestly behind him.
“I don’t know what the property management is doing here, but today, I must see some accountability.”
“Oh?”
Upon realizing what Fu Qian was referring to, the baby-faced lady first furrowed her brow, then truly looked up to inspect.
“It might be due to the lack of regular safety inspections according to regulations.”
The next moment, she too began to earnestly spout nonsense.
“I’ll go speak to them. For now, come with me.”
She didn’t care about his origins, not showing the slightest inclination to back off.
Though it seemed like she was humoring his mad talk, Fu Qian was well aware that her posture indicated a complete disregard for his identity; she was intent on seeing him dead.
This peculiar attitude, why did it feel like he had been stripped of his human rights?
At that very moment, without even looking, he knew that the trench-coated demigod was also advancing with determined steps.
Shaking his head in resignation, Fu Qian didn’t rush to act but turned his attention elsewhere.
On the surface of the black and red cloak donned by the baby-faced female demigod, there were several extremely fine, winding traces.
Their orange-yellow hue was noticeably brighter compared to the rest, giving the cloak an even more luxurious appearance at first glance.
The only issue was that these markings extended all the way to her hand, subtly crossing dimensions without a sound.
[Containment achieved: Extinguish the Flame]
Just as Fu Qian noticed this detail, a task-related prompt appeared, the content being quite succinct.
Extinguish the Flame?
Could this thing actually be some form of fire?
Fu Qian’s face remained impassive, but his mind recalled the illusory scene he had seen in the warehouse when the mission began: that warm, orange-yellow glow.
The item’s name was even “Nursery,” which indeed easily conjured up images of fire.
Strands of information raced through Fu Qian’s mind, and at that moment, the distance between the two Demigods had closed to just twenty meters.
In such a predicament, Fu Qian’s expression suddenly became serious, as if he had realized something.
“Outsiders?”
His voice brimmed with caution.
The footsteps of the woman with the babyface halted instantly, and the attack she had been ready to unleash was also restrained.
That actually worked!
Fu Qian praised himself internally, maintaining his impassive exterior.
The reason he had suddenly called out like that was that he remembered the last sentence of the mission Introduction–when acting here, it’s best to avoid standing out.
At first, the advice seemed somewhat inscrutable, but with no risk involved, giving it a try didn’t cost anything.
The two Demigods before him, though seemingly unremarkable in appearance, had a demeanor towards him that was indeed a bit odd–like greedy adventurers intruding into an instance.
Of course, it was also possible that the actual situation was the exact opposite–that he, in fact, was the outsider, and that they had dispatched a cleaner after discovering him.
But regardless of the scenario, shouting out like that was definitely harmless.
“Disguised quite well, but unfortunately–”
Fu Qian interrupted before the others could express their opinion, snorting coldly and using the grand law of leaving sentences half-finished.
“How did you figure it out?”
At this, the woman with the babyface’s expression grew utterly somber as she fixed her gaze on Fu Qian and pressed him coldly.
“How did I figure it out, hahaha…”
Fu Qian seemed to have heard something amusing.
“I’m sorry, but I didn’t figure it out–”
As he spoke, he moved two steps to the side with incredible speed, avoiding a pair of massive fists that swung down from behind him.
He barely evaded the attack; with a dull impact, the assailant’s fists pounded a crater into the stone pavement.
The crater itself was no larger than the size of a head, but the spiderweb of cracks that extended outward was startling, suggesting it wouldn’t have been pleasant to be on the receiving end.
Too bad, the old trick of feigning sleep was child’s play to me.
“You didn’t figure it out?”
Although it was a simple maneuver, the woman with the babyface could clearly see how formidable Fu Qian was. She immediately made a gesture to calm her burly teammate.
Is he truly an outsider?
“Don’t be nervous. First, there’s no need to see, and secondly, killing me would serve no purpose.”
Fu Qian’s laugh was as spiteful as could be.
“In fact, everyone in this city has been eagerly awaiting your arrival.”
“You knew we were coming? I must say, you’ve really surprised me.”
The woman with the babyface’s expression was as still as water.
“But you’re wrong about one thing–killing you… does have meaning.”
So, these people really did come here to hunt and collect resources?
Once again confirming his speculation, Fu Qian pondered for a moment.
And the two who had issued their threats stood still, making no move.
Clip-clop!
In the midst of this quiet atmosphere, there was, unexpectedly, the sound of horse hooves.
It wasn’t the horse waking up to continue work; the sound originated from behind the woman with the babyface.
Through the not-too-thick mist, a carriage with a design similar to his own means of transportation approached steadily, only stopping when it reached them.
An ambush, as expected?
Looking at the Coachman on the seat, a gray-haired elder with piercing red eyes and a bushy beard, Fu Qian heaved a long sigh.
He was even a Divine Envoy.