Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 553: Chapter 553 Beauty (10)_1 Chapter 553: Chapter 553 Beauty (10)_1 Who says large organizations are inefficient? This speed is quite impressive.

The reason Fu Qian was so cooperative with the ambush was that he knew exactly who was lying in wait behind the door — it was Zetian, a classmate he had met not long ago.

From the time he left Yasui Tower until now, barely two hours had passed, and yet this guy had already managed to sneak in and stake out the place in advance, even finding an accomplice?

Isn’t that a bit too intense?

For a moment, Fu Qian was extremely curious about how this guy’s KPI was calculated.

Almost instantly, the cold elixir in the syringe was injected into his neck.

From the ensuing sensations, it could be deduced that the syringe contained a potent anesthetic, the kind that could knock out a large elephant with ease.

Unfortunately for Fu Qian’s current constitution, not even this drug could make him blink an eyelid.

But having finally drawn them out, how could he not play along?

As a Demigod with strength and power that could control his body to the pinnacle, pretending to fall to the ground and faint or even feign death was well within his capabilities.

In the darkness, Fu Qian slowly fell to the ground with perfect form, but was immediately grabbed and stuffed into a bag.

“Zetian, aren’t you being overly cautious?”

Soon, laughter came, belonging to a stranger.

“Is it necessary for the two of us to take action against someone like this?”

“Caution doesn’t hurt.”

This time, it was Zetian who spoke.

“I won’t make a mistake. This guy definitely has something unique about him. Also, don’t call me by my name here.”

“Got it, but don’t forget the reward you promised me.”

The stranger continued to chuckle, but cooperated by keeping silent afterward.

…

Some time later, Fu Qian “woke up” and surveyed the space he was in.

The room wasn’t very large, about twenty square meters or so.

The pure white structure above and around him was made of an indistinguishable material, the only exception being a large mirror on the front that, under bright lights, made every detail in the room visible.

Without even looking down, he could see in the mirror that his hands and feet were firmly fastened, the locks connected to the heavy metal chair beneath him, which was, in turn, welded to the ground.

Next to him was a bed that was also welded to the floor.

Rather than an interrogation room or a prison cell, it felt more like a psychiatric ward.

“You’re awake?”

After observing for a few minutes, Fu Qian soon heard a voice from the wall speakers.

Recognizing it as that of Zetian’s partner, Fu Qian didn’t respond and continued staring in the direction of the mirror.

“I have to say, your recovery speed is much faster than I expected.”

After a brief silence, a door on the side opened, and someone walked in while talking.

The person even wore a pure white lab coat, looking like a doctor coming in to check on a patient — if it weren’t for the turkey mask on his face.

The mask undoubtedly served to hide his true face, but since no efforts were made to disguise his build or even alter his voice, his commitment to keeping his identity a secret was likely not very strong.

In other words, he didn’t care much about whether Fu Qian knew who he was; the mask was probably worn at Zetian’s request.

“Mr. Darcy, I apologize for conversing with you in this manner, but do you mind if I ask a few questions?”

Mr. Turkey stood not far from Fu Qian and even pulled out paper and pen from his coat, ready to take notes.

“Who are you?”

Facing this bizarre scene, Fu Qian still showed no sign of panic, merely staring at the man coldly.

“Why did you infiltrate my home to attack me and bring me here?”

“I understand you might be a little unclear-headed right after waking up.”

Facing Fu Qian’s lack of cooperation, Mr. Turkey moved closer and tapped the metal chair with his pen.

“I can be more generous and emphasize this again — it’s time for answers,”

“I am standing here, and you need to answer my questions.”

“I would also especially advise you not to make me remind you a third time.”

“Understood, then let me remind you as well.”

Fu Qian blinked.

“I am protected by the Yasui Group’s death mark; you’d better consider the consequences before you act.”

“Death mark… protection… haha!”

It was as though he heard something amusing; Brother Turkey burst into laughter, bending forward and backward.

“Rest assured, your life is quite precious. Even if you want to waste it, you can’t.”

Half a minute later, he finally stopped laughing and spoke in a teasing tone.

Quietly watching the extravagant performance of the man before him, Fu Qian suddenly said,

“Are you from the Yasui Group?”

…

“I was just guessing, but it seems I was right after all,”

Seeing Brother Turkey fall silent in an instant, Fu Qian nodded and continued speaking.

“Is it because of the previous issue with the Miracle Elixir? But you are not Mr. Zetian.”

…

“Regardless of who you are, let me emphasize once again, I have no interest in Transcendent powers.”

“The testing of the Miracle Elixir is fundamentally voluntary. Even the Yasui Group can’t force it — that’s a line drawn by the Night Watchman.”

“Now, if you release me, I can promise not to pursue this, or even investigate who you are.”

“…You really are somewhat different.”

Tossing the pen and paper carelessly onto the bed, Brother Turkey spoke again, his voice had gone completely cold.

“However, you’re not realizing something — in front of me, you don’t have the right to maintain this haughty attitude.”

“You can guess all you want, but trust me, in this place, the things you usually take pride in cannot provide any security for you —”

“Enough!”

Just as he was beginning his psychological offensive, it was interrupted by a voice coming through the loudspeaker.

The voice was clearly processed, sounding low and hoarse.

“Just ask him the questions.”

Undoubtedly, the one speaking was Brother Zetian, hiding behind that one-way mirror.

Whether it was a lack of confidence in his partner or not, he seemed to not want the latter to continue the verbal spar with Fu Qian and instead directly urged him to proceed.

At the same time, it was apparent that, though Brother Zetian had been guessed right by Fu Qian, he was still unwilling to fully expose his identity, preferring to retain some mystery.

Hearing this, Brother Turkey snorted again, clearly disgruntled.

However, he ultimately followed Zetian’s advice, turning around to pick up the pen and paper from the bed.

“First question, when did you —”

Crack!

With a crisp sound, his head made an exaggerated turn, and the rest of his words got stuck in his throat.

Mmm—

As the situation took a sudden turn, Brother Turkey displayed extraordinary vitality, not falling to the ground and even struggling to support his own head.

But the next moment, a pair of blood-drenched hands had already pressed onto his head before him, and amidst a low growl, they twisted forcefully once more.

Amidst the bizarre tearing sound, his head was finally ripped off, turning into an even redder turkey head.

Mystery, this sense of mystery, has always been something I’m quite good at breaking.