Ignition (Six)

As I said before, Catherine wasn't the objective.

The reason this place had been chosen was that a demigod had chosen it too.

Just now, outside the door, Fu Qian had realized he wasn't the only one keeping an eye on Catherine.

This flashy-looking demigod had been watching Catherine's every move closely from the very beginning, ready to strike at any moment.

That was what convinced Fu Qian this was a major gear in motion.

And the reason he said this man was impatient was simple: the blade that had come out of nowhere was obviously his doing.

Fu Qian didn't know how he'd done it, but the hand that had slapped down beneath the table was most likely holding a weapon, which he'd thrust through another mirror.

"What should I call you?"

After stopping the sudden killing blow, Fu Qian didn't hurry to do anything. He simply looked at the Mirror Knight, frozen in place, and asked.

"How did you know?"

The Mirror Knight couldn't hide his shock, but he refused to answer Fu Qian's question.

"Good question."

Fu Qian didn't seem to mind. The next moment, he even withdrew his hand.

Seeing this, the other man took the hint and placed his hand on the table.

And from this angle, it was still completely empty.

"A fascinating weapon. Too bad its wielder falls a little short."

Fu Qian's first words were dripping with mockery. He pointed at the shattered table and sneered.

"Do you really think this clumsy performance could fool anyone?"

"Would someone who could sit calmly and watch monsters run amok, waiting for a suspicious person to make a move, really lose his temper over an answer that might or might not be true? That little performance just now was insulting to anyone with a brain."