A man who offered kindness for no reason was either up to no good or after something.
Fu Qian looked at Ji Ping's impassioned face, unmoved.
Question: As a contestant with suspicious motives, after you'd slaughtered your way through the competition, an organization with a strong cultish air came straight to you, showed you an overwhelming amount of goodwill, and even invited you to join. What could its purpose be?
1. They thought you were a peerless genius, fell in love at first sight, couldn't suppress their admiration for your talent, and decided to pour the organization's resources into helping you master divine arts and become invincible.
2. To test you.
Fu Qian was already quite full of himself, but even he thought the first possibility unlikely.
That raised another question: If you really did have ulterior motives, how should you respond when someone whose loyalties were unclear tested you?
Fu Qian's life experience had taught him that the best thing to do was make the person testing you wary of you.
Whether they meant well or ill, that was the best way to maximize your gains.
So, under the gaze of the entire crowd, Fu Qian said nothing.
He toyed with the badge in his hand, looking at Ji Ping with an amused, unreadable smile until the other man's expression stiffened.
Clang!
The atmosphere in the bar grew visibly tense. Jenny beside him raised her spear again.
Fu Qian snorted. Without even looking at her, he flicked a finger.
The badge sailed lightly away and spun on the counter.
By the time it stopped, he had already left the bar, drifting off into the distance.
The badge clattered to the ground, and only then did the bar come back to life.
"What's with the attitude? Plenty of people