The ways of the world and the human heart were both wondrous. He'd tried so hard just now and gotten no reaction, yet now it had finally come out.
Walking through the night, Fu Qian felt the gaze on his back and sighed inwardly.
Jiang En's miserable ordeal just now had been even worse than Taylor's, and that was deliberate on his part.
The same went for how he hadn't made much effort to hide his tracks at first.
The main reason was that what he'd discovered at the gathering had been far too much like fate's hand at work.
In Fu Qian's judgment, whatever their motives, those people had made such elaborate arrangements for Jiang En. The odds that they hadn't set up some kind of real-time surveillance were slim.
And yet after all his actions just now, there had been no particular reaction at all.
It seemed the fallen genius's house really had been occupied by him alone.
Fu Qian had been a little surprised at the time.
Now it seemed his initial judgment had been right after all.
It wasn't that nobody was watching Jiang En. They were simply using methods that even a demigod like him couldn't detect.
As they say, anyone the Warehouse set its sights on was bound to be a little unusual.
Quite pleased with how things were going, Fu Qian continued on at an unhurried pace.
He chose increasingly desolate routes, as though acting covertly and trying not to be seen.
A few more minutes passed. Then, at a certain moment, Fu Qian's step abruptly halted in midair. He stopped dead, not letting his foot come down.
As this happened, a pitch-black crossbow bolt appeared right where he would have stepped.
After embedding itself in the ground, it even began to