Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 840: Chapter 838: Ignition (12) Chapter 840: Chapter 838: Ignition (12) They really hadn’t gone far, perhaps seeking fortune amidst peril?

As he watched the unfamiliar lady quickly take control of the situation and take a seat, Fu Qian silently contemplated.

Although there had been changes in appearance and voice, such a level of disguise didn’t mean much to him.

Without a doubt, this was the baby-faced Demigod Aike, after her disguise.

The direction of the bar was quite close to where the Thread of Concern had disconnected.

This squad hadn’t moved over a large area but had chosen the most dangerous strategy as the safest one: disguise and conceal on-site.

The concealments on Aike served as proof.

At the same time, another person sat where she’d just risen—a glance revealed a thick beard that even a heavy hood couldn’t fully hide.

No need to ask, it was the Night Watchman Divine Envoy, Stoss.

This old gentleman clearly wasn’t very fond of the disguise game but still made a token effort.

Besides, one had to admit that the place they picked was quite fitting.

Under the dazzling lights, the peculiar marks on their bodies, which were not very noticeable to begin with, were almost completely concealed.

As for the remaining two, their traces hadn’t been found yet; however, in Fu Qian’s judgment, they were unlikely to be hunting alone.

…

“Please take a seat here, Mr. Clown.”

Having calmed the chaos, Aike made a gesture in the next moment, inviting the Clown to a seat.

The latter was petting his new mask, seeming not at all disheartened but rather quite excited.

In response to the lady’s invitation, he even bent at the waist, bowing as if taking a bow at the end of a performance.

“The honor is mine, madam.”

This reaction clearly left Aike somewhat speechless, shaking her head as she walked ahead.

However, as she turned around, she cast an intentional or unintentional glance toward Fu Qian’s direction.

And facing that fleeting look, Fu Qian, who leaned against his seat, showed no panic and even pretended to have a drink in hand, making a toasting gesture through the air.

You have to allow others their curiosities.

Entering a bar with a mask and getting a few extra looks is quite normal.

Although there was a more than 90% chance that Aike and her companion were waiting for him…

…

Regardless, the successful hunt had happened some time ago, and those who had seized their prey should have already moved on.

Being concealed in plain sight under the lights might be plausible, but it obviously wasn’t the best choice.

Don’t forget their goal was to hunt, and even if Ballard and his party didn’t suspect this place, would you expect them to keep sitting ducks here forever?

But they had done so, which made it all the more intriguing.

Who, after the event, would likely come to this place?

The Thread of Concern might not be able to be cut, but it could certainly be detected.

Opposite them were two Divine Envoys, one of whom even specialized in manipulating puppets. Underestimating them was out of the question.

If the Thread of Concern he had placed on the Demigod had been noticed already, and due to his ad-hoc patching up, after they succeeded in killing two Demigods, they felt an unexpectedly strong reaction.

Then, amid a dilemma, what was most likely the choice of a group of cunning High-Order Supers?

If they didn’t want to give up, then they had to figure out where the problem lay.

And at this moment, a mysterious person who had once made bold claims was undoubtedly the best interrogation subject.

Especially since that person had left a trail for tracking before leaving.

So in Fu Qian’s estimation, if he could find this squad in an area that was as close as possible to where the Thread of Concern had broken off, it would almost prove that his little trick had been detected.

What lay before him was a trap laid by their subordinates, aimed at the possibility of his arrival.

Of course, this was also why Fu Qian had come here.

In fact, they did not disappoint.

…

“Mr. Clown, I thought you’d choose to do something more interesting.”

Fu Qian’s actions clearly surprised Aike, but she quickly averted her gaze and sat down to look at the Clown.

“The excitement here appears somewhat dull for you, doesn’t it?”

When the Clown bisected his own carriage, this group was indeed specifically waiting on the side and even heard every word clearly.

Fu Qian, who was also eavesdropping, silently nodded in agreement.

He never expected Aike and her companions not to notice him, as long as they did not realize he was the person they were waiting for before he removed his mask.

Additionally, dealing with professionals had its advantages, such as easily hiding oneself through some logic-defying actions.

He had already verified that even a Divine Envoy as knowledgeable as Nepheli could not see anything unusual about his mask.

Thus, no matter how suspicious his actions, Aike and the others would soon classify him as just another Clown.

He was now the darkness beneath the lamp.

“How could that be?”

The Clown could clearly see that the person before him was extremely dangerous, someone he could not match, and killing him would be only a matter of desire.

Yet under the threat, he still smiled broadly.

Just like the guy before had said, there was some not-so-dull excitement here, and one could also watch two High-Order Supers acting like ostriches.

“Am I not doing something interesting right now?”

The next moment, he pointed to the mask on his face.

“That is indeed interesting, did you come up with this yourself?”

Facing the Clown’s demeanor, Aike glanced at Stoss, who was silently drinking, sighed without making a sound, and even pushed a cup of wine towards him.

“No, I was inspired by a friend.”

The Clown lowered his head, looking at the wine shimmering under the lights.

“Oh, what’s your friend’s name? Did he send you here?”

Aike’s eyes lit up.

“No, no, no…”

Unexpectedly, as soon as these words came out, the previously cooperative Clown began shaking his head furiously and gestured towards Aike in the Void.

“Let’s go back to how it was just now.”

“That question is too dull, don’t fall so quickly.”

“Fallen?”

Demigods undoubtedly have their tempers, and after successive frustrations in communication with this Madman, Aike’s expression eventually turned cold.

“You seem not to understand your situation.”

She was decisive and briefly stroked the cup of wine in front of the Clown, which instantly turned as crimson as blood.

In fact, that was indeed blood, and from so far away, Fu Qian could smell the eerie stench.

“I know you do not fear death, but there are many things far more terrifying than death itself.”

Aike said slowly, staring at the Clown.

“Not only your face can become a mask.”

“If you like, your entire being could be transformed into a Puppet with a conscious will, everlasting and unbreakable, endlessly picked up and worn by the bored people you observe, endlessly witnessing dull affairs. Believe me, it would last for a very, very long time.”

Though her voice was gentle, the threatening undertones in her words were more than clear.

And indeed, the scene she described was far more terrifying to the Clown than death itself.

“Oh?”

Even the Clown was momentarily silent before finally speaking again.

“So, you mean I’ll be worn on your face?”