White-Faced Three Blades
As expected, karma came full circle, and retribution never missed its mark.
Inviting someone to share a prison cell was something I'd apparently done not long ago.
Faced with the sudden turn of events, Fu Qian let out a long sigh inwardly.
Of course, at a glance, the prison's materials looked sturdy, but escaping it wouldn't pose much of a challenge for him.
For one thing, he was a professional at breaking out of prison. For another—this was only closed; the door wasn't even locked.
The prisoner who'd burst into action had merely pulled shut the gap he'd used to enter. This was a standard-issue prison cell, so how could it have anything as advanced as an automatic lock?
That didn't mean the gesture was pointless. Aside from showing how desperate he was to keep Fu Qian there, the door had also slammed shut with an impressive bang.
By the time the echo faded, Fu Qian had already heard footsteps rapidly approaching.
He'd locked himself in the cell and even called the guards for good measure. Wasn't this fellow a little too eager to earn a reduced sentence?
Something was definitely off.
The prisoner who'd successfully sounded the alarm still showed no intention of backing down. He stood there staring fixedly at Fu Qian, as if ready to help the guards attack at any moment.
Caught between two enemies, with a tangled situation unfolding before him, the chances that this man was a Night Watcher informant had actually increased.
And False God Incarnation was almost at the final countdown. There wasn't much time left to figure out what was going on.
Fortunately, Fu Qian had no intention of figuring it out.
Facing a prisoner who clearly had the ability to speak, he didn't ask a single question.