Gluttony's Hour (Twenty-Three)

With a single all-angle blast, Fu Qian had flushed Goya out from behind the scenes. Now, instead of pressing the attack, he took his time.

There was still plenty of time before eight, and this operation had already proved well worth the effort.

Given Goya's current state, Fu Qian couldn't blindly assume that killing him would complete the mission. But using the threat of death to pry some information out of him was a good alternative.

When Fu Qian had entered, he'd seen that a hidden passage had been opened in the corner of the wall behind Goya. Judging by its position, it looked like a special escape route leading straight to the surface.

If Fu Qian had been a few seconds later, Goya might have slipped away.

Of course, if Fu Qian had started out in Asura Mode, the result would probably have been the same.

At that very moment, the crowd above finally reacted to Fu Qian's violent destruction.

It turned out ordinary people did value their lives. Not a single brave soul jumped down to fulfill their duty; in the blink of an eye, they had all scattered.

Naturally, the alarm had already sounded.

"Actually, I already answered your question."

Looking at Goya, who had given up on escaping, Fu Qian walked right up to him.

"You've spent so long researching me, and now the real thing is standing right in front of you. How does it feel?"

"Are you saying that you're the real power behind the Abyssal Colt, and the one you swallowed was just an impostor?"

Goya snorted. Despite the threat of death, he had already regained his composure, and there was a distinct air of authority in his words.

"In any case, you're definitely not the Abyssal Colt."

He wasn't so easy to