The Fallen Guest Empire (II)
Fu Qian had already imagined all kinds of possibilities for what was very likely to be his last chance at an extra mission.
The current situation was undoubtedly one of the least ideal.
Unknown identity, unknown location, unknown objective.
Most crucially, he was in a state that couldn't be dispelled.
Fu Qian wasn't concerned about the impact on his combat strength, but there was an important question: since the Warehouse couldn't dispel or pause this condition when he entered the mission, could it restore the time that had passed when the mission was completed?
If this extra turn ended and he found that it had eaten into his actual countdown, things would get very interesting.
He needed to assess how necessary this was as soon as possible, by way of the visitors who were about to arrive.
Still standing, Fu Qian turned to look down the corridor.
Soon, amidst the heavy sound of a door opening, three sets of footsteps approached.
They were moving quickly, but that still couldn't stop the prisoners from making a racket.
The sick excitement in their voices offered a clear picture of his fellow inmates' mental state.
Of course, that wasn't true of everyone. Fu Qian's mood had remained entirely undisturbed.
In most stories, this was a sign that the character was even more dangerous, and often that more visitors were on their way.
As it happened, the owners of the three sets of footsteps had already appeared in view. Sure enough, they were heading straight for the end of the corridor.
Two men and a woman.
The one in front looked to be around forty. He was in good shape, neatly dressed, and composed, clearly leading the other two.
The man and woman beside him were younger. Compared