The difference was clear.
Though Fu Qian's appearance was hardly ordinary at the moment, when it came to looking like a king, the person across from him was far superior.
Even the position he sat in let the light pouring through the window fall just right on his flowing golden hair, lending him a regal air that made one want to look up at him—though Fu Qian chose to meet his gaze head-on.
After their long separation, the other man was clearly in no mood for conversation. His face was as stern as a sculpture.
Fu Qian didn't rush to greet him. Instead, he found a chair identical to the one across from him, slowly sat down, and met the other man's eyes.
The scene inexplicably reminded him of chess... What was that saying again?
Two Lone Kings, one dead and one wounded?
There was no doubt that it was an extremely strange sight. Fu Qian found himself making a lighthearted association.
The description was a little dramatic, but in his view, the reality might be even more dramatic.
Given how decisively Ariel had appeared earlier to prove his identity, it was hard to believe he had come alone.
So was this what had happened? The Native Council had left him behind to meet Fu Qian by himself?
It didn't take much thought to realize this was already more than a Hongmen Banquet—even the Night Watchers could see that.
From this angle, it was easy to spot a Ragdoll that had been following him all along. It was sitting on the roof across from them, coldly watching the scene below.
For law enforcers, wasn't that onlooker's pose a little too obvious?
It wasn't enough to make Fu Qian feel overwhelmed. For the moment, he just grumbled to himself.
The pose