What kind of blasphemy was this!
Henry's methods had drawn a heartfelt exclamation from Fu Qian, the target himself.
This was beyond the whole "dip a mop in shit and sweep across the world" level. It was more like turning the entire world into a toilet, making it abnormal for there to be no filth.
It could truly be called a dimensional gap.
Especially considering the other man's former status as a Night Watcher, the contrast was even more striking.
Fu Qian believed that if most victims stayed trapped in this for even a little while, their bodies and minds would start to change until they met the standards of relieving themselves wherever they pleased. It was only a matter of time before they broke down and lost control.
And it wasn't even as if they could simply choose not to stay. Even the thought of resisting would be twisted. For instance, he himself was feeling rather lazy right now.
Was this the legendary aura of the abalone shop? The old man sure had a way with things!
A pity. He still managed to disappoint.
"Teacher, why not let Mr. Fang explain?"
Yuan Shan's voice sounded both relieved and anxious.
Fu Qian understood. She was relieved because he hadn't rung the bell or drawn his gun, and the conflict hadn't reached its worst-case scenario. She was anxious because if they didn't stop now, it wouldn't take much imagination to see where things were headed.
And since she was still able to express such nuanced emotions, it was clear that Yuan Shan was quite familiar with her teacher's methods.
Wrapping herself up like a black-chicken-white-phoenix pill had indeed kept her safe for the moment.
Of course, even so, Chief Yuan had overlooked one thing: why hadn't he rung the bell