He really couldn't even be bothered to put on a better act!
Ji Liushuang could see it, and Fu Qian had obviously noticed it long ago too.
Watching the figure take a moment to recognize them before strolling toward them at an unhurried pace, Fu Qian felt nothing but contempt for the halfhearted efforts of the Ji Clan.
Normally, the Ji Clan's strike team should have swarmed in. The target would grow wary, exploit a gap in the encirclement, and flee in a panic until he ran straight into the two of them.
But clearly, Ji Xun hadn't gone with that approach. Instead, the target had supposedly been so cunning that he'd escaped in disguise before the ambush team even got inside—and then, by sheer coincidence, headed this way.
It was just barely plausible, but the whole thing reeked of the arrogance of someone saying, "I'm done pretending."
First they hid their identity, then they brazenly flaunted it. So the Ji Clan had a temper too!
Fu Qian put himself in Old Master Ji Xun's shoes.
Of course, that was the most malicious interpretation.
There was also a more charitable possibility: the Ji Clan genuinely didn't want to make enough of a commotion to attract the Night Watchers. Maybe a third-rate script was all they had.
That was the downside of having such a large family business!
With that thought, Fu Qian stepped forward without hesitation.
For a moment, both Ji Liushuang beside him and the person walking toward them were drawn in, their attention fixed on him.
Then Fu Qian crushed the paper cup containing his soy milk and casually tossed it into the nearby trash can.
Faced with this turn of events, the man who'd been walking toward them was clearly thrown off. His emotions seemed to