Did this guy really have no regard for his own life?
After his operation failed, Ballard received an invitation—and was once again visibly stunned by Fu Qian's way of thinking.
"You don't have anything else to do anyway. The odds of sitting here and waiting for the target to walk right into a trap a second time are slim, sure, but it's still better than running around all over the place, isn't it?"
Fu Qian's next question left him momentarily speechless.
He wanted to argue, but the guy really wasn't wrong.
Given the current situation, continuing to wait here like a fool was certainly stupid, but it was also the only thing they could do.
Take the initiative and hunt through the whole city?
If that would've worked, would they have let this guy run wild for so long?
After some internal deliberation, Ballard motioned for the other demigods to leave, then slowly sat down in the empty seat.
"So, Mr. Green, what do you think is the point of maintaining order in a prison like this?"
He'd been sitting there with a cold expression, not saying a word. But Fu Qian's question made Ballard frown slightly.
The troublesome defector hadn't continued talking about lunch. Instead, he'd asked his question with a serious expression.
The point of order...
Both Fu Qian's attitude and the question itself were clearly beyond Ballard's expectations.
And a philosophical question like that was hardly easy to answer.
Under the strange looks from Akasha and Crystal, Ballard fell into thought for a moment without replying.
Good.
Fu Qian was quite satisfied with how things stood and didn't rush him.
The question hadn't just been meant for Ballard to hear. It hadn't even been meant for Yuan Fang, the one behind him.
If his earlier