Who was this guy's subordinate?
Looking at the nearly two-meter-tall body, still standing despite having no head, Fu Qian let out an amazed sigh.
Part of it was the sheer size. More importantly, it didn't even have a head, so he couldn't cosplay as it even if he wanted to.
Never mind. He'd come in this time intending to let loose anyway.
Making up his mind in an instant, Fu Qian drew a breath, and his appearance changed rapidly.
Just before the blood touched the tip of his shoe, he had already transformed into a slightly shorter figure with deep, shadowy eyes, casually stepping aside at the same time.
He lifted a hand to smooth his now slightly longer hair. In the palm of his right hand, a grayish-white eyeball rolled around.
That's right. Fu Qian had taken on the appearance of Ji Ping, the turncoat who had abused the Rebirth Club's reputation to swindle people and had since been brought to justice.
The place he was in was an old but well-kept stone chamber.
The window was tiny, and the ceiling high. Compared with a place to live, it looked more like a church's private chamber. The only thing in sight was an extremely crude bed, with the corpse lying beside it.
Judging by appearances, the death had occurred no more than a few minutes ago, and the traces were quite clear-cut. It seemed the victim had been ambushed while off guard.
Even so, someone was already hurrying over.
That's right. His senses picked up two figures racing down the corridor outside, closing in on the room.
They probably wouldn't be in such a rush just to return to their rooms and rest. It was far more likely that they had noticed something amiss and come to investigate.
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