The Real Point
[Current task completed]
Fu Qian wasn't bored enough to play hide-and-seek.
The ringing naturally came from Eternal Clarity of Thought, accompanied by the Warehouse's familiar notification.
To be precise, the notification had come a second earlier.
When the countdown reached seven, the mission-completed notification appeared, and the Warehouse declared him completely free.
There was a simple reason he still rang Eternal Clarity of Thought under those circumstances: he didn't want to hitch a ride on Yarakir's escape, but he had no interest in letting Yarakir hitch a ride on his, either.
Eternal Clarity of Thought's effect would purge as much corruption from him as possible before he left.
In fact, at that final moment, Fu Qian seemed to hear an enraged roar, brimming with a sense of betrayal.
Hmph!
Fu Qian felt no guilt whatsoever.
They were all in this business together. If you weren't willing to make me a senior partner, why would you expect me to take you along when I broke out of prison?
As for the main character in the original plan, Brother Taylor Gullard hadn't even arrived yet. So how had Fu Qian managed to break out?
It was actually quite simple—Taylor had never needed to show up.
The pitch from the spokesperson, the compromise after his games of wits with Yarakir—it had all just been a presentation.
The real escape plan existed only in Fu Qian's mind, and in the part that Miss Wen had understood without needing to be told.
Although the spokesperson thought the situation was still fairly promising, Fu Qian had never treated its judgment as anything more than a reference.
The high-grade restrictions, and the corruption that had appeared on him as soon as he entered the corridor, leaving no weak spot untouched,