"We're here."
It hadn't been long before the Greed Heart Chariot came to a sudden stop.
Ballard opened the door right away and coldly ushered Fu Qian out.
Maybe he'd felt that same awkwardness too. He'd driven at what could only be called full speed the whole way, as if he couldn't wait to arrive in an instant.
"It looks like no one followed us. Aren't you worried I'll just run off once I get out?"
Fu Qian, on the other hand, was in no hurry. He asked with interest.
Stos's attack had been vicious. Even now, the burning showed no sign of letting up, and the pain remained.
Still, as a professional, Fu Qian made sure his smile remained flawless.
"Besides, are you sure we're really here?"
Fu Qian had good reason to be skeptical. The place Ballard had brought him to meet the prophet was neither some towering temple of legend nor some dark abyss.
At a glance, it was simply an ordinary apartment building, the kind with units no larger than ninety square meters.
"I trust his judgment."
Ballard didn't seem interested in talking much in response to Fu Qian's question. After taking a deep breath, he pointed upstairs and gestured for Fu Qian to go ahead.
"He wants you to go up by yourself. Room 802."
"Thanks for the effort."
The prophet's straightforwardness only made Fu Qian more curious about him.
After thanking Ballard, he got out of the car and walked into the rather narrow lobby.
Too bad his clothes and cash had all burned away. Otherwise, he would have liked to slip Ballard a little something as a tip.
After all that careful planning, he was finally meeting this mysterious figure!
As the elevator rose quickly, its machinery already making a bit of