Control was an extremely precious word to seasoned players.
And the greater their ambitions, the more precious it became.
Killing the Black Doctor outright could certainly help test Ji Feng and the Unseen Hill, but taking out someone who could mass-produce "antidotes" was, at its core, a bit of a waste of resources.
Especially with the situation unclear, being able to freely move between the Unseen Hill with fire and the one without was an extremely favorable condition.
But wouldn't an Andir like that pose far too great a threat to the Death Angel, who was hiding and refusing to show herself?
When Fu Qian made his decision, he had two choices.
The first was to squeeze every last drop out of the Black Doctor, using the convenience offered by the antidote to move freely between both sides, then take things slowly and investigate everything related to "The Darkest Night" on his own.
The second was to give that up of his own accord in exchange for a test of Ji Feng, as well as the Old Acquaintance's confidence in the current situation, increasing the chances they would come and share the secret of "The Darkest Night."
So far, the Warehouse had given no warning that time was running short. But after weighing things up, Fu Qian still thought the latter was the better choice.
His many past missions had proven that the Warehouse never gave anyone time for a publicly funded vacation. Taking things slowly was simply too good to be true.
And now, it seemed, that was exactly the case. The Darkest Night was happening today.
Of course, if neither of the first two options worked, there was theoretically still another way to complete the mission: go back behind the door and unleash hell.
But for Fu Qian,