The reason the Joker had shown up here was simply to buy time.
The Death Angel was carrying out some crucial action and needed him to provide cover in this way.
It was easy to draw that conclusion from the Joker's announcement. The pragmatism behind it made this long-awaited reunion all the more bittersweet.
But deeds mattered more than intentions. Fu Qian still valued this chance to talk and, without hesitation, brought up the next topic.
That was hardly surprising. For Brother A'wei, this was par for the course.
His earlier exchange with the Joker had seemed like an over-the-top performance, but at its core, it had been a genuine discussion.
The information the Joker had shared made it clear that A'wei, the Death Angel, was no ordinary person.
It was hard to say whether that was because his rank was higher, or because Fu Qian had been especially thorough with his Abyssal Infusion at the time.
Compared with Black Doctor, the lord, and even Akasha—demigods who could only passively seize opportunities amid the tides of the era—A'wei was clearly on another level.
He could not only sense other people's opportunities, but even tamper with them a little, luring young people down the wrong path and getting them to work for him without realizing it. Sound familiar?
At that moment, Fu Qian was reminded of the Grim Reaper's followers in Shangjing.
The Greedy Worms, led by Laurie, had always fancied themselves the masterminds behind the scenes. They went around recruiting promising young people into their pyramid schemes and devouring rotten flesh.
Little did they know there was someone else behind them, quietly sucking their blood all along.
And that someone got to enjoy the benefits without shouldering any of the responsibility.
Even the things the Greedy Worms feared most, like