A patricide killer? And a Greek-style tragedy, no less!
Fu Qian digested the information in Elina's words, realizing that she seemed to be doing this to show her sincerity.
"Thank you for being honest."
He nodded.
"But unfortunately, I don't remember killing anyone."
What Fu Qian said was, of course, the truth. Of course, it wasn't very convincing.
Elina had smiled while recounting how she killed her father, but now even her expression twisted a little.
She stared at Fu Qian for several seconds, yet couldn't detect the slightest hint of guilt.
In the end, Elina was defeated. The strange look on her face faded, and she let out a quiet sigh.
"That's not necessarily a bad thing..."
"In any case, Patrick is the most dangerous person in this contest. And because he's been recklessly accumulating Sin Fire, he'll only be harder to deal with when he shows up again. We have to be careful."
Even though you knew that, neither of you made a move just now.
Fu Qian glanced at Elina, guessing why they had done so.
On one hand, they naturally wanted to keep the Butcher around to draw fire.
On the other hand—he hadn't made a move either.
After all, he had just blown someone's head off.
With a ruthless, powerful madman watching from the sidelines, neither of them would likely risk getting caught in a fight and leaving themselves vulnerable to a third party before they knew what he was capable of.
"Stop!"
Cross's voice came from up ahead. He seemed to have spotted something.
Fu Qian and Elina ended their conversation and looked up together.
The three had set out toward another sizable structure. It was circular, surrounded by white columns.
By now, they had reached the building.
From here, they could see that