Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 2066: Chapter 2061: Dancer (Part 7)

Ideas must not become rigid. Although the tradition of incognito visits is usually to be kind and endure patiently until the last moment to reveal one’s true identity with a twist, Fu Qian has no intention to imitate that.

After all, what I reveal at the end is usually also a false identity.

And just as said earlier, different matters deserve different treatments. Fu Qian indeed has no objection to the current project’s pricing standards, but the subsequent cost issues also need resolution.

When traveling, food, clothing, shelter, and travel all require money.

Efficiency, numbers, influence... what place is more suitable than here?

Ah—

The customer unexpectedly revisited directly and ordered a more stimulating project.

Evidently, this situation is still relatively uncommon for the operating staff to encounter.

After being stunned for about three seconds, the nearest person finally reacted and stepped forward. A short dagger with a strong folk flavor was faintly visible at his waist.

But the one who issued the sound was not him, but the bespectacled fellow opposite, who hadn’t even stood up yet.

The exposed dagger stayed in the sheath for less than half a second before being pulled out by Fu Qian.

It wasn’t even sharpened, which shows the proficiency of this group in maneuvering at the edge of laws and regulations.

However, for Fu Qian, it was not a problem. He didn’t even need to unleash a power beyond ordinary people. The short dagger already pinned the arm pressing the money to the table.

Ah—

As blood emerged in the center, the screams already exhibited a human-to-human transmission phenomenon.

”Hurry up.”

Fu Qian paid no attention, only reminding the other to focus on efficiency.

And with his hand, he pinned another person who lunged over to the table using his own weapon.

”You can’t escape... The police will be here soon!”

And the previous assessment was indeed correct; the bespectacled guy clearly put most of his attribute points on styling.

Even under precise control, the previous knife perfectly avoided blood vessels and nerves, which now reflected symptoms similar to fainting from blood, clouding his mind.

Luckily, although it hinders communication, dealing with it is also easier.

Without any intent to explain the situation in words, Fu Qian pulled out the dagger again.

And amidst another scream, he had already pulled the unarmed, bewildered thug brother to stand in place, merging their hands in the next instant.

”Take it, take it all—”

The effectiveness of body language communication was instantaneously apparent. The latter half of the scream duet was forcibly swallowed into his mouth, and the bespectacled fellow was already tirelessly rooting out items.

”Thank you.”

Without ceremony, Fu Qian gathered this pile along with his own stack, plus the two from the lady in the white dress, bid farewell politely, and completed the entire business process in less than a minute.

”Good dance.”

He even turned around before leaving, specifically acknowledging the dancer’s business quality.

Unfortunately, the person concerned, like many of the audience, only dared to peek through the hastily sought cover, eager to hide further when faced with the thumbs-up.

...

”Why did you do that? You could’ve gone to the police, but now you’re the one who’s trouble.”

Evidently, although the lady in the white dress is inexperienced in the worldly society, she’s not foolish.

As Fu Qian exited effortlessly, she didn’t attempt to stay behind to clear the relations but rather followed him out.

Walking and observing along the way, confirming after a long stretch that no one was following, she finally felt slightly relieved and expressed her lack of understanding of Fu Qian’s actions.

”Indeed.”

Without questioning her judgment, Fu Qian had no intention to explain either, even nodding towards another direction while talking.

It was Brother Zhang, sitting confusedly on a wooden bench by the street, looking over.

Until now, since Fu Qian’s chosen route was to return the same way, encountering him was perfectly normal.

And just as said earlier, different things deserve different treatments. Brother Zhang perfectly helped efficiently locate the dancer, leaving Fu Qian without objection at all.

”You don’t trust the police here...”

And amidst a smile upon their meeting, the lady in the white dress seemed to grasp something from Fu Qian’s reply.

”Nor do you think they can help you recover your loss... Indeed, then you don’t believe they would actually call the police—”

”Not necessarily. I’m merely a tourist and unfamiliar with the legal environment here.”

Casually interrupting her increasingly negative speech, Fu Qian indicated not being so absolute.

”...So you’re actually bluffing? Making them think, like me, that you’re not afraid of the police? That doing so would only bring greater danger?”

The person beside her was also quick to reflect, quickly deducing another logic of conduct after hearing Fu Qian’s words.

”Not really, it’s just that even if the police come, it’s okay.”

Unfortunately, Fu Qian still denied it.

...

Only when you’re ready to face any consequences, can you truly be fearless.

The art of deception is essentially a side method not meant for mainstream.

Expecting others’ thought processes to follow your whims is a rather over-the-top resource-exhaustive way.

The correct kingly way is for your benefit to be greater when others act out.

Like if the bespectacled fellow actually called the police.

Strength, speed, though these non-human data weren’t showcased just now, the overwhelmingly crushing behavior and momentum inevitably lead to some added associations.

And transcendents clashing with ordinary people is always a major taboo for the Night Watchman.

Theoretically, this matter reaching official channels is indeed troublesome.

But on one hand, it’s not easy for the bespectacled fellow and his group to achieve this.

They’d first need to overcome their worries about retaliation psychologically, then creatively think of the transcendents, convince the police, and the police would need to persuade the related Night Watchman as well.

While on the other hand, if by chance a particularly outstanding group ended up together, reaching such a situation, it’s precisely where I would come in handy.

The task this time seems simple, but just covering the entire city scope alone is over-the-top.

Even if there are no special hidden backgrounds, really handling one case at a time seems financially and laboriously tactical.

In such a scenario, introducing a force that can navigate the whole city is most disadvantageous for me; it’s just that I won’t get to join group tours and, when the right time comes, clearly suitable to play as the tool man.

”Alright...”

Unfortunately, such Evil God Heart Technique is clearly beyond what the person beside him can follow. The lady in the white dress broke the silence after a long pause and casually echoed.

”Sorry, I’ve yet to introduce myself, you can call me Clara. I heard them call you Anke?”

Without attempting to distance herself from this outlaw at the same time, she seemingly remembered something, showing a hint of apology.

Although the name given... Anke?

Fu Qian sighed deeply in his heart, his gaze seeming to look towards the infinite distance.

So it’s really that cramming oneself in took all the effort, even name material needs to be reused?