Amid the blaring alarm, Fu Qian sensed people rushing over from every direction. It didn't take long for them to completely surround the small courtyard.
In a situation like this, there was no way he could clear his name.
The good thing was, Fu Qian had never liked explaining himself.
So he didn't even turn around. He clasped his hands behind his back and gazed up at the stars.
"Who are you? Why would you commit such a heinous act?"
Huang Leji's furious roar came from behind him. Fu Qian could almost picture his eyes bulging with rage.
Impressive. The timing couldn't have been more perfect.
The killer had murdered the victim before Fu Qian arrived, then escaped before he got there. Next, the Huang Family discovered what had happened and surrounded Fu Qian, leaving him to take the blame.
If the timing had been even slightly off at any point, the whole plan would have fallen apart.
A true case of plucking chestnuts from the fire. Was Ill Omen a con artist by trade?
Under the circumstances, the Huang Family would never let this go.
The one who'd shouted was Huang Leji. From the auras around him, Fu Qian could tell Huang Lezhan and Huang Jianyuan were there, too.
This was deep inside the manor. Fighting his way out would be difficult and would waste a lot of time.
And whether he went on a killing spree or got held up here, it would be exactly what Ill Omen wanted.
The situation was bad! Good thing he'd prepared for this.
"You want to know who I am?"
Fu Qian snorted and slowly turned around.
During that brief pause, he had already adjusted his features, changing back to his own face.
"Fu Qian, Special Operations Consultant for the Night Watchers."