What was that old saying? A pope's gift was still a gift; if it didn't seem useful, you were using it wrong.
Never treat your resources as cheap, no matter how others tried to convince you they were worthless.
Though the assassination that had brought down a true Tyrant was theoretically on his home turf, Fu Qian had never expected it to be easy to handle.
Because all you had to do was look at it from another angle to see what it meant: even on his own turf, the Tyrant had still died after fighting with everything he had.
So, as the remake, if he wanted to avoid repeating the same mistake, he had to make the most of his advantages.
Information, for example.
Though he didn't even know who the "God" stabbing him in the back was, the attackers didn't seem to know as much about him as they had about the original.
With such a huge information gap, how could he not take advantage of it?
Fu Qian had already been considering the possible uses of the Dark Moon Ring when he saw Dark Moon reflected into three figures.
Decisive, perfectly coordinated, each with extraordinary abilities—whatever their motives, this was indeed a terrifying assassination team.
But as a true Higher Being, Fu Qian didn't believe these close companions shared the same ideology or anything of the sort.
The only reason he could think of for them to act together was a common interest.
And although Dark Moon had never made a direct move, given the information Red Moon had once provided him, it was hard not to suspect Dark Moon was directing the operation.
In this situation, aside from tearing the team apart one by one, was there any more efficient way to deal with them?
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