Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 525: Chapter 525: Furnace (30)_1 Chapter 525: Chapter 525: Furnace (30)_1 Within seven paces, the Gunman’s shots were both accurate and swift.

Against a gunman fully on guard, Fu Qian had no confidence in disarming the opponent barehanded.

Even with a Throwing Knife, his attack couldn’t possibly be faster than his opponent’s.

At the same time, he wasn’t naive enough to think he could simply talk Chief Stan down from taking action.

Because of his own actions, the world was seizing every opportunity to strangle him.

The brilliant coordination he’d just witnessed with Medea was proof of that.

Such synergy couldn’t exist without some sort of cue or guidance.

Of course, there was also his own guidance.

From the start, Fu Qian’s strategy wasn’t merely to buy time.

The reason he untied Medea just now was to create a flaw for “it” to exploit.

The outcome proved effective.

Chief Stan, Medea, and he himself had all seized opportunities.

As he threw out the Throwing Knife and dodged with all his might, his arm was undoubtedly ruined, but Fu Qian was satisfied with the result.

“Here, I didn’t lie to you, did I? This is the evidence.”

After seizing Chief Stan’s weapon, Fu Qian took a photo from the terrified Medea and placed it in front of the police chief.

“This is…”

Having missed his lethal shot and now disarmed, Chief Stan’s Momentum had visibly plummeted.

Fear of death made him press firmly on his wound, making his utmost effort to stop the bleeding.

Still, despite this, he couldn’t help but lower his head to look at the photo Fu Qian had tossed over.

And that group photo of three people clearly dealt him a severe mental blow.

Joseph, presumed dead, with Daniel? And even this woman?

“What on earth is going on?”

Unable to make sense of what he was seeing, he jerked his head up to stare at Medea.

“I don’t know… I don’t understand…”

Unfortunately, Medea, too, had a mind muddled by chaos, unable to come to terms with the scene before her eyes.

“No rush, you can take your time to talk it out.”

Fu Qian brought Medea back and tied her up again, then tore his clothing into strips to make a makeshift bandage for his arm.

Having done all this, he rummaged in a black bag he had brought and pulled out another rope.

Facing a gravely injured Chief Stan, who was slowly stepping toward death, he was no less ungracious.

He hoisted the man up and tied him to the chair that he was previously reluctant to sit in, making Chief Stan and Medea end up back to back.

“Huff… Daniel… my most trusted subordinate is looking after him.”

Although still clueless about the content of the photo, Chief Stan had somewhat regained his senses at this point and began to struggle for his life.

“He’s safe now, but my subordinates only listen to me; they’ll only release him on my orders.”

“I now believe that Joseph is dead. You bring me back, and I’ll have them release Daniel immediately—you can also explain things to the Warren Family.”

“I appreciate Chief Stan’s kind offer.”

Glancing at Chief Stan, whose speed of speech had increased, Fu Qian smiled and shook his head.

“But looking at my current state, don’t you think it’s unnecessary for me to explain anything to the Warren Family?”

…

“Let’s talk about the past instead.”

Ignoring the despair on Chief Stan’s face, Fu Qian sat down to the side and started to fiddle with a small box in his still intact right hand.

With an adept stab, the box sprang open, revealing several pieces of jewelry inside.

“These are mine…”

Because the angle had changed, no longer with her back facing Fu Qian, Medea recognized what was in Fu Qian’s hands right away.

“Indeed, they are yours.”

Fu Qian spoke while skillfully closing and locking the box, then opening it again.

This was something he had casually picked out when he had left Medea’s home.

If it hadn’t been for the key that happened to be on that door just now, he had been planning to use this to destroy the world.

In fact, when he had been hiding behind Medea, confronting Chief Stan, he had already taken it out, which is why his stabbing motion had never stopped.

“Let’s continue the topic from before, after Edlar was locked up, that door should not have been opened again?”

Without further explanation, Fu Qian spoke to Stan while operating the box.

“For Joseph, even though he was the one who locked the person inside, based on his previous behavior, he probably didn’t even have the courage to look at the body.”

“And as for you, whether the body was discovered didn’t matter at all, as long as Joseph’s lips were sealed.”

“And this person, who had fabricated the matter of Edlar transferring schools and was too busy clearing their own name, would probably let the matter slide if, by any chance, it were to come out one day. As chief of police, you could easily chalk it up to an accident or a bout of mental illness.”

“So all you did was have Joseph keep an eye on that side to see if anyone stumbled upon this matter and maintain control of the situation.”

“When Daniel and I went in there after that, Joseph must have informed you immediately, as per usual.”

“Although you didn’t take it seriously, out of caution, you still monitored the situation slightly.”

“What you didn’t expect was the subsequent events that suddenly made you nervous—when you tried to contact Joseph, you realized he had disappeared, right?”

“Correct.”

Chief Stan, with his back to this side, couldn’t see Fu Qian’s movements, so he listened to his words especially seriously, responding in his deep and resonant voice now.

“Especially since one of the people who entered the collection room earlier was Daniel Warren, this could very well have sparked a rich array of conjectures in your mind, so you decided to find me first to confirm what exactly was going on?”

“Yes.”

Stan affirmed once again.

So it had started from that time! With his guesses confirmed, Fu Qian couldn’t help but exclaim.

He was more than ninety percent sure that Stan’s attempt to contact Joseph had been influenced by a hint.

Moreover, the review of the event indicated that what brought Edlar to his demise was his attempt to disrupt the abnormal point.

This person had evidently refused to follow the usual procedure any longer.

Although in Fu Qian’s view, his actions were reckless and brainless, and it was highly likely that they would not achieve the desired result.

“Very well, as for Miss Medea.”

Fu Qian stopped conversing with Stan and looked up at Medea.

“Your behavior just now was a bit irrational.”

…

“Do you believe that after Chief Stan kills me, he’ll take the kitchen knife from my hand and send you off with it?”

…

Facing Fu Qian’s question, Medea simply looked down in silence, clearly aware of this point as well.

Click!

At this moment, with a subtle sound, the box in Fu Qian’s hand was opened once again.

There was still no response from the surroundings.

[Locked, requires a key to open.]

If you can’t find an opportunity even after I’ve gone to this extent, then that’s just too dishonest!

Fu Qian didn’t stop his hands, locking the box again, while silently thinking to himself.

As merely a Mortal, Fu Qian was not optimistic about directly shattering the Void this way.

He was merely creating an opportunity.

From the previous anomaly, this time being thrown into “Furnace” was obviously targeted by something, and it was far from a normal task.

At the same time, since the containment condition’s hint could reach his ears, it meant that the warehouse’s power was still able to permeate here and was attempting to help him.

However, it might be weak or even blocked.

What he had to do was to create a breach that it could exploit.

[Task failure, SAN Points reduced by 128.]

Just then, a cold reminder echoed in his mind.