Not Interested
Speaking of Zha Yingjun, he was a man with clear goals and a strong sense of initiative.
Unlike his fellow Night Watchers, who were full of themselves.
He'd come to Shangjing with a clear purpose. Rather than exhaust himself sprinting down the Supernatural Path, he'd made the most of his own strengths and used them as a stepping stone.
Being a supernatural, on top of having good looks, was enough to open doors for him everywhere.
It really was important to pick the right lane!
As the thought crossed his mind, Fu Qian slowly lowered the unconscious man in his hands to the floor.
Everyone had their own ambitions. Fu Qian didn't particularly dislike this fellow.
The main reason he'd come knocking was that Zha Yingjun's identity was well suited to what he needed right now.
A well-connected loner, with a good network of information but a circle that wasn't too conspicuous—he was perfect for certain things.
Fu Qian quickly found a long rope and, just like last time, bound the man up tight, wrapping him round and round.
Even if he woke up midway, with his strength, getting free on his own would be quite difficult.
Once he was done, Fu Qian went over to the wardrobe and opened it, while swiftly adjusting his appearance and build.
The outfit Zha Yingjun was wearing was still too flashy. Besides, this time they were at home, where there was clearly a lot more to choose from, so there was no need to strip him outright.
At a glance, the wardrobe was packed full. Zha Yingjun had clearly spent a fortune on his clothes.
Fu Qian didn't see the all-white outfit from last time. It had probably been discarded.
Fu Qian didn't know much about fashion, and by the time