Chapter 989: Chapter 987: Gospel (Part 4) Chapter 989: Chapter 987: Gospel (Part 4) “I must say, Miss Liushuang is quite versed in the art of exerting extreme pressure.”
With just a few sentences, she escalated the tension to its peak and then followed it with silence, her gaze scrutinizing intently.
Any other person might have found it difficult to withstand such oppressive force and would have spilled everything they knew.
Unfortunately for her, Fu Qian was not just anybody, and he indeed did not know.
In response to her suggestion, Fu Qian observed his nose with his eyes and his heart with his nose, truly counting to thirty seconds.
“I’m sorry, I don’t mind helping you, but I really don’t know the answer to your question.”
After finishing his count, Fu Qian spoke slowly to Liushuang, whose expression was still flawless.
“I’ve only recently joined, and most of the time, I’m just there to make up numbers, like in today’s operation.”
“You can take action now. Life’s circumstances are so unpredictable, aren’t they?”
After he finished speaking, he didn’t even stand up, presenting himself as resigned and ready to be slaughtered.
…
Fu Qian’s reaction was clearly unexpected. Liushuang stared at his face but didn’t rush to speak, though her grip on the rapier tightened slightly.
“Excuse me.”
After a suffocatingly long silence, Liushuang flipped her hand gently, and sheathed her rapier, then stood up at the same time.
It was clear she had decided not to act.
Of course, whether her motive was belief in Fu Qian’s ignorance or defeat in this battle of wills, was difficult to say.
“This meeting will be kept strictly confidential; no one else will know of it.”
In a barely audible sigh, even though she did not get what she expected, she did not persist any further and stood to leave somewhat dejectedly.
It seemed that everything in the room, including Fu Qian, had lost all meaning to her, and she did not bother with another glance.
…
What a clever girl!
As he watched her retreating form, Fu Qian lamented in his heart and caressed the lamp beside him gently.
Then, he took out the Pontiff’s Gifted Mask and put it on his face, calling out to her.
“Please, wait.”
In that instant, Liushuang, who was halfway out the door, became slightly stiff with one hand on the door.
After holding this pose for several seconds, she finally did not make any odd movements and accepted the suggestion.
“I thought our conversation had ended.”
Turning back, Liushuang saw the graceful white mask on Fu Qian’s face, took a deep breath, and closed the door to return.
“I almost thought so too, when did you realize?”
Fu Qian tapped the mask on his face, his voice gentle.
“When I first sat down.”
Liushuang replied through gritted teeth, addressing the bizarre question.
“That early; you did very well!”
Fu Qian sincerely complimented her, pointing to the lamp beside him.
“Because of this lantern?”
“Yes.”
Liushuang nodded.
“I scanned it briefly earlier, and my instincts frantically warned me not to look; it was very dangerous.”
“I then realized that it must be an extraordinary item of high ranking…”
“The person controlling it must be an even more dangerous individual.”
Fu Qian chuckled lowly, finishing her sentence for her.
…
There was a reason for Fu Qian to praise Liushuang’s wits.
The entire exchange seemed like she had carefully sought him out, only to return defeated after an unsuccessful coercion.
Liushuang’s performance of emotions throughout was indeed quite on-point.
The only issue might have been her slightly subdued curiosity about the peculiar lamp on the table.
Even when she left, she deliberately avoided looking at it.
Although it seemed natural enough, considering that he had purposefully placed the lamp there, it would be normal to be a bit more concerned about it.
…
In fact, Liushuang’s behavior just now could be interpreted in another way.
By using the meeting as an opportunity to single out relevant individuals, she was able to track down the address successfully, arrange a private meeting, and even think ahead of potential bargaining chips.
Yet, at the moment when everything seemed to be going smoothly, an unexpected discovery made her suddenly realize that the man before her was likely not an ordinary Gospel Spreader, but a mysterious Transcendent with exaggerated strength.
Hidden strength, infiltrating their ranks, with unclear motives.
It was even possible that her tracking was already noticed, and his cooperation was merely an observation to see if she was aware of anything.
Obliviously, any careless act that seemed dangerous to him might result in her complete annihilation.
True to her Academy training, realizing she had fallen into such danger, Miss Liushuang did not shy away from reality, but instantly decided to perfectly play her original part.
She subdued her fear, avoided any flaw in her actions, and even perfectly portrayed aggressiveness.
Finally, at the right moment, seeing her pressure futile, she left disappointed.
Thus ensuring the dangerous individual believed she posed no threat.
Her response was indeed astute, and Fu Qian’s commendation was heartfelt.
However, as the saying goes, each to their own; under normal circumstances, Fu Qian would have been more than willing to indulge her in completing the act.
But on the one hand, this mission was clearly related to the Ji Family, and under the earlier circumstances, there was no guarantee that Liushuang wouldn’t think to go back and call for reinforcements… possibly even the Night Watchman.
Such a scenario would complicate his own mission.
In fact, it was almost certain; a member of the Gospel Group who had been present at his mother’s fainting incident turned out to be a dangerous individual with concealed strength.
Such information, even merely to ensure his mother’s future safety, could not be treated lightly by her.
In view of this, Fu Qian decided to clarify the situation, to exchange frankly, and possibly cooperate with her.
“Mr. 233, the only thing that concerns me is my mother’s safety; nothing else matters. If I caused you any trouble, I am very sorry.”
“I still stand by my word; no one will know about the contents of this meeting. I swear on my mother’s name.”
Fu Qian’s silent scrutiny undoubtedly brought immense pressure.
Liushuang quickly organized her words, maximally conveying her sincerity.
She did not act rashly or attempt a desperate struggle, choosing to return instead of trying to flee; this clearly indicated her assessment that any act of non-verbal communication was futile.
Of course, at this moment, her words also seemed empty, such promises being difficult to make convincing.
“I believe you.”
Unexpectedly, in the next moment, the man behind the mask replied quite straightforwardly.
“And don’t be nervous, although I certainly didn’t pay attention to the accident at the time, today is clearly your lucky day because I’ve decided to help you investigate that matter.”