At first glance, aside from sorting out the tangled web of love and hate, this trip hadn't yielded much. Almost all the key information was already known.
But Adele's final muttered remark had given Fu Qian a sudden flash of inspiration.
The next moment, he stopped pressing Adele for answers. Instead, he got up and went straight to the door, quickly clearing away the obstacles he'd set up earlier.
Adele seemed to have very little reason left. She simply lowered her head and stroked the cat in silence, showing no reaction to Fu Qian's dangerous behavior.
Before long, Fu Qian had cleared a passage again. Then he carefully opened the door a crack.
The commotion he'd made earlier had drawn another crowd of spectators outside.
A slender hand immediately reached in.
But the overly quick spectator was blasted away by Fu Qian's gun the next instant.
By the time the spectator struggled back to his feet, the tranquilizer in Fu Qian's hand had already smashed another skull—and both of its knees.
As the latter fell, Fu Qian gave a hard tug and pulled him straight through the doorway, then shut the door behind him.
The chosen spectator wasn't especially tall, but his build was so round that the passage Fu Qian had cleared in advance was just wide enough.
Under Fu Qian's guidance, the latter laboriously crawled along on the two arms that were still intact, eventually settling himself in the spacious spot Fu Qian had picked out.
A series of cracking sounds rang out. Fu Qian showed no mercy and smashed both of the spectator's arms, too.
An injury like this wasn't enough to kill a monster that had already mutated, but it certainly restricted his movements.
"Should've brought Akasha's fingertips."
Muttering to himself, Fu Qian watched the lucky