Dragon Peak Inn (II)
Gerard was leading the team, so Kelson had also gone to support the conflict with An Jing?
Fu Qian still had a vivid impression of that hot-tempered, blue-haired demigod.
But this event sounded no less grand than Angel Dungeon, and neither Gerard nor Sybill was here. It was only natural to think that the current moment came after the Siren and An Jing had gone to war.
Even if they hadn't gone together, after An Jing Shizhi had violently twisted Sybill's will, it would have been perfectly normal for Gerard to be called away to keep the situation under control.
As for the other team, equally well-organized and strictly disciplined, its members were all strangers at a glance, but it wasn't hard to guess who they were: the Ji Clan, Siren's main rival in the Wasteland.
Their leader, the demigod Angui, was absent as well.
He had finally made the trip, yet couldn't catch up with either of his two close friends. It was truly a pity.
"Thanks!"
After a moment's reflection, Fu Qian accepted the invitation without hesitation and went over to sit down.
"You're welcome. What should we call you?"
Gerard's polite words were utterly insincere. He watched Fu Qian with a faint, mocking smile.
There were two other people at the table besides him, and they wore exactly the same expressions.
Clearly, not a single person in this little shop would believe that someone who walked in at this particular moment was worrying about the cost of a drink.
And when faced with a suspicious character like this, one of the most powerful organizations present had plainly invited him over to find out what he was about.
That less-than-courteous question could easily have been put more bluntly: Who are you? What are you