What was down there...
After Fu Qian finished speaking, Michelle fell silent for a long time.
"I think you must be crazy—"
After a long while, she finally pulled herself together and squeezed out a sentence.
"That's it?"
Unfortunately, before she could finish, Fu Qian interrupted her with a sigh.
"That's too much for you to handle? How about we get someone else to talk?"
"It's fine. I don't mind listening to more of your crazy talk."
Though her emotions were visibly in turmoil, Michelle's pride drove her to grit her teeth and continue enduring the Mental Pollution.
"Crazy talk... I like that phrase. Heh heh heh!"
Facing her insistence, Fu Qian gave her a mocking assessment, then finished with a string of malicious chuckles.
They said laughter was contagious. In an instant, the whole atmosphere changed.
At that moment, Fu Qian looked every bit like a villain who felt no remorse when confronted by his victim, while Michelle's face had gone white with anger.
That exchange had been rather intense, to say the least.
But Fu Qian had chosen that approach only after careful consideration.
Based on his previous experience, there was no telling whether another transition might occur or how long they would remain in this time and place.
Under the circumstances, although he and Red Dragon had agreed to prioritize gathering information, they couldn't afford to take things entirely at a leisurely pace.
Otherwise, he might just manage to put her in a good mood, only for the scene to change and all his efforts to go to waste.
In the worst-case scenario, all that would happen was that he'd team up with Red Dragon and the others to launch a terrifying operation.
"By the way, how did Paul explain his crazy talk?"
After ramping up the