Good. Let's begin.
Facing the highly vigilant Harbinger, Fu Qian actually handed the pen straight over, and the other man actually accepted it.
All that could be said was that this three-way exchange had progressed incredibly quickly, as though it had no intention of stopping.
Yet the Harbinger's immediate reaction showed that he had indeed kept pace with the rhythm—was there really any need to go slowly?
Why else would he have invited him in here?
And why else would he have taken the risk of accepting the invitation and coming here?
When both sides had held their positions to this extent, how much meaning could talk therapy possibly have left?
The core of this meeting was actually quite simple: how to use the Truth Notebook to completely destroy one party's willpower.
Under those circumstances, as the "attending physician's accomplice," Fu Qian directly handing over the pen and paper instead reduced the other party's resistance somewhat.
That was not to say it would make him seem objective and neutral, erasing the persona that had been exposed when he was overheard earlier.
But it at least showed that he was not here to smooth things over. On the contrary, he was actively pushing the central issue forward. Today, one of them had to "die."
At the same time, just as expected, the Harbinger did not reject this fight to the death that had been tossed directly in his face.
That was perfectly normal. As had been analyzed before, regardless of how lofty his bearing appeared, his circumstances were practically desperate.
He was facing an opponent who nearly suppressed him in every respect—an invincible opponent.
Everything he had been doing was merely "struggling desperately," delaying the moment when he would have to face reality.
As for the intruders whom the Harbinger had