Had this night gotten a little too lively?
All kinds of oddballs were showing up.
Of course, the rewards had been substantial too.
Fu Qian stepped forward and bent down to pick up a thin, charcoal-gray shard from among the wreckage scattered across the ground.
It was the talisman Weihle had given Marco. It seemed to be quite well made; it had survived that indiscriminate barrage just now without a scratch.
Unfortunately, it seemed to be the only thing Marco had on him. Fu Qian found nothing else of value.
That wasn't too surprising. It was only natural that someone in such an obviously unstable mental state wouldn't have much of a stash.
Marco was the sort who conquered his opponents with his body. If he had any valuables or resources, he might well have traded them all for protein powder.
Unfortunately, that peculiar form of power had clearly left him unstable in both body and mind, making him far too impulsive.
Besides, based on what he knew so far, the thing's actual effects were highly questionable.
Fu Qian calmly left the crime scene, studying the second talisman in his hand.
He wasn't just jumping to conclusions. There was a very clear logic to it: Marco was dead.
Perhaps he'd killed himself, but that didn't matter. Dead was dead.
Considering how much trouble Ariel had gone to testing it earlier, if activating the talisman really mattered, Marco wouldn't have been allowed to die.
There was no way Weihle and the others would let that happen.
So, to Ariel, this matter wasn't even as important as going over to help—make things worse...
Fu Qian felt that the whole situation was getting stranger by the minute.
In fact, when he'd unleashed his big move just now, he'd wondered whether Weihle or