Because of the blood loss, the corpse on the stone platform was so white it almost dazzled.
Fu Qian walked over and turned her over.
A lifeless yet familiar face.
It was undoubtedly Kanna Kisaragi. He had seen her photo in Takagi's secret hideout.
But the problem was, his mission still wasn't complete. Why?
It wasn't long until six.
"Is there a part you're interested in?"
Seeing Fu Qian lost in thought, Dancy came over and ran a hand over the naked body.
"If there is, just tell me. I'll do my best to accommodate you."
"I'll have to take a closer look."
Fu Qian nodded and examined the wounds on the corpse.
She was still warm, so she must have died recently. And judging by the look of it, her organs had been removed while she was still alive.
As he pondered, a sudden gust of wind sounded by his ear.
A kitchen knife—not particularly fast, accurate, or steady, and lacking in force, yet brimming with murderous intent—slashed straight at Fu Qian's lowered neck.
Faced with the urge to survive, Dancy had clearly given it everything he had.
Unfortunately, the strike he'd been so sure would land missed in a way that made no sense.
The target had clearly been right there, yet the knife seemed to slice through empty air before sinking deep into the corpse on the stone platform.
At this baffling sight, Dancy's pupils suddenly widened. He abandoned his weapon and retreated two steps.
A nearly inaudible mechanism clicked. From the ceiling, a spray of glinting needles shot toward the dangerous figure from every angle.
At the same time, Dancy didn't even check whether his attack had succeeded. He bolted straight for the entrance.
But the moment he turned, he saw Fu Qian standing behind him,