"Where are you going?"
The man blocking Fu Qian was a burly brute with broad shoulders and a thick waist.
He looked to be in his thirties or forties and stood nearly two meters tall. The muscles in his bare arms bulged beneath the sun, making him look like an oiled tank.
Heh!
Faced with the man's blunt question, Fu Qian only gave a sinister chuckle and said nothing.
"Your hand looks a little unusual. Mind if I ask you a few questions?"
The reaction made the brute's gaze turn sharp in an instant. He stared coldly at Fu Qian, then waved a hand. The others came up from behind and surrounded him.
"I mind."
Fu Qian paid them no attention and didn't even turn around.
Boom!
Before he had finished speaking, a muffled crash rang out.
Fu Qian turned his head. The brute had punched the nearby building, kicking up a cloud of dust.
"My patience is limited. So... do you mind now?"
The brute's gaze was like a knife, his smile savage.
Fu Qian glanced at the thick calluses on the man's fist, then looked up.
It was a massive gray-stone archway, half the height of the Night Watcher base's Black Spire. It looked to have stood there for quite some time.
"You want to see my hand?"
Fu Qian raised his right hand toward him.
"That's right!"
Sensing Fu Qian's unreasonable calm, the brute drew back his arm and stared at him intently. The others looked extremely wary, too.
"Sure!"
Under the gaze of the crowd, Fu Qian slowly rolled up his wide sleeve—
A heavy black fist covered in thick armor appeared before them all.
The brute instinctively sucked in a breath, but before he could do anything, the gaunt old man before him swung his