Confidence didn't mean underestimating the enemy.
Only by tailoring the response to the problem could he reap the greatest rewards while keeping costs and risks as low as possible.
For instance, although Guardian Angel was on home turf, it seemed there weren't many opportunities left to run.
Through clever planning and passive resistance, Fu Qian had turned his own situation extraordinarily grim in an exceedingly short time.
But that also meant Guardian Angel had appeared before him with astonishing efficiency.
Under the circumstances, the only hidden danger on this trip—that Guardian Angel would flee, forcing them into a game of hide-and-seek—had been almost entirely avoided.
The result was even better than if the Witch had gone straight to find him. After all, they were both dealing with Night of No Light, and there might not have been such a good opportunity to unleash it otherwise.
And now, it seemed Fu Qian still didn't need to do anything himself.
"Your clothes are torn."
A familiar voice came from the darkness, close by his ear.
The absolute darkness of the night was one of Dark Moon's authorities. It clearly did more than simply trap its target.
The Witch had emerged from it at the very first opportunity, making good on her earlier promise: "I'll handle it."
Although her choice of greeting was a little strange.
"It's fine. This way, it looks less like a work of art."
Given the lack of visibility, Fu Qian naturally couldn't see where the damage was.
But as he'd always said, one shouldn't let one's thinking get rigid.
He reached out and felt around his body, soon finding the damage and the marks.
Fu Qian clearly didn't mind this little windfall.
"You're right. It does seem more valuable now."
His reasoning seemed to convince the Witch, too.