Ignition (10)

There was a chance!

What was the point of doing evil if you never got caught?

Faced with Clown's unusual state, Fu Qian was increasingly convinced his guess might be right.

Wait, why was profiling this kind of twisted psychology coming so naturally to him?

At the same time, Fu Qian realized there was another problem and couldn't help reflecting on himself.

Of course, it took him only half a second to chalk it up to his exceptional imagination.

As for why Clown hadn't recognized him despite sitting face-to-face this whole time, the reason was simple—

After making an appearance before both major factions, Fu Qian had promptly put on the Pope's Gifted Mask and even changed his clothes, completing his transformation into someone inconspicuous.

After all, although he hadn't found the flame he needed to extinguish, he had already lit another one.

Now it was time to observe from the shadows. That would be more convenient.

"People who hide behind masks are usually cold-blooded cowards."

Just then, Clown's gaze finally flicked in their direction.

After looking him over for a moment, he gave a hoarse assessment.

He clearly still hadn't recognized Fu Qian, but he seemed to have strong reservations about the mask on his face.

With a face painted like that, he really had the nerve to say so!

"Why?"

Fu Qian asked calmly, grumbling inwardly at the man's remark.

"Showing people your true face means you have the courage to be hated, instead of just being jealous in secret."

Clown replied slowly. He sounded like someone who had lost all meaning in life and, as a result, had reached some profound understanding.

"Fair point."

Fu Qian nodded.

"Then here's a question. If someone tears off their own face and then puts it back on as a