Chapter 469: Chapter 469 Wasteland (31)_1 Chapter 469: Chapter 469 Wasteland (31)_1 Hearing the music, he understood the elegance behind it.
Being able to hold a high position, Brother Angui certainly has exceptional abilities.
Fu Qian greatly appreciated Angui’s reaction.
Just imagine for a moment, upon realizing that he lacked the strength and understanding that today it was no longer possible to proceed with the plan, this person must have quite a headache.
After all, the tacit understanding with Ji Yicheng was built on the premise of having killed oneself.
Once this premise was invalidated, things became delicate thereafter.
To get to the heart of it, Ji Yicheng seeking Angui’s help to silence someone essentially amounted to willingly handing over leverage as a show of sincerity.
In such a scenario, running away oneself is definitely something Ji Yicheng would find intolerable; it’s akin to enjoying a free ride without paying.
No matter how Angui might explain, suspicion would be all that remained.
Even if Ji Yicheng believes that Angui didn’t intentionally let him escape, it’s futile; the foundation of their tacit agreement was mutual leverage over each other.
In summary, because one’s own strength exceeded both their estimates, what seemed like a splendid opportunity instantly turned into a troublesome mess.
When I just now stressed that I hadn’t seen Angui today, in reality, I was giving him an idea in light of this headache—to simply kill Ji Yicheng and be done with it.
The best way to eliminate a misunderstanding is to eliminate the person who misunderstands.
The operation today was classified, and aside from Ji Yicheng, it’s unlikely anyone else was aware. Should Ji Yicheng die by my hand in the future, nobody would guess what actually transpired.
And after grasping my intention, this person made his decision with lightning speed, almost without hesitation, he sold out Ji Yicheng.
The sentences he uttered after might seem ordinary, but they actually contained numerous points of information.
For example, mentioning Ji Yicheng moving about injured confirms that it was indeed him in the ruins.
Expressing concern about Ji Yicheng risking his life essentially tells me where I can find him.
Angui even lamented that his powerful move couldn’t be blocked by a true Ashfall, clearly a hint to consider using this move to deal with Ji Yicheng, ensuring no survivors.
In fact, as far as Fu Qian was concerned, even if I did slip up, this person would help tie up the loose ends in secret.
That’s what I call resolute decisiveness!
Total calculation of gain and loss without emotional involvement is a necessary quality for a Superior Being.
And after silently selling out Ji Yicheng, Angui didn’t say another word and just walked away.
The more one talks, the more they slip; this conversation, even if overheard by a third party, wouldn’t give them any leverage to use.
Confirming that Fu Qian understood his intent and had the thought of taking out Ji Yicheng was enough.
There were many more matters to attend to. With unexpected variables emerging, plans against the Siren Group needed a thorough overhaul.
Though, this wasn’t necessarily a bad thing.
Moments later, outside the Siren Group base.
The present was unlike the past; the busiest time in the wasteland’s internal acceleration phase was almost devoid of comings and goings.
At the same time, the number of guards belonging to the Siren Group had multiplied.
Such a scene left even the well-trained reception staff appearing anxious.
The sudden killing incident had clearly become a shadow hanging over everyone’s heads.
The wasteland was never lacking in death, but not all deaths are equal.
Such a concentrated number of victims clearly signified a special meaning—someone was targeting the Siren Group.
Being prominent invites trouble, but that wasn’t too surprising.
However, anxiety was unavoidable as a string of deaths occurred and the Group’s two Demigods had yet to show themselves.
What on earth had happened?
This question loomed in everyone’s mind, making the atmosphere increasingly oppressive.
But this suffocating mood was about to change the next moment.
A different figure appeared at the gate.
Clad in a heavy cloak, this person seemed unaware of the day’s peculiarities and slowly stepped inside.
For a moment, nearly all eyes converged on him.
“Is there something you’d like to see?”
Although the figure’s appearance was mysterious, the well-trained receptionist still approached with a flawless smile on her face.
After a few seconds of silence, the newcomer finally spoke, his voice low and the answer unremarkable.
“If this is your first time visiting, I can give you a brief introduction.”
“Do you have any particular categories of interest? Weapons, gadgets, consumables?”
The receptionist recited her nearly reflexive spiel, her pace and tone of voice close to perfection.
“Really? Then what specificall…y?”
The receptionist’s natural guiding tone was suddenly tinged with hesitation—her interlocutor’s eyes were fixed on her intently.
He wasn’t here to look for things!
Realization dawned instantaneously, and an uncontrollable fear enveloped the receptionist.
She wanted to turn and run, but as a mere mortal targeted by a Transcendent, her body had stiffened to the point of immobility.
Before she could cry for help, a hand flashed out from the cloak and seized her throat.
Gasps of alarm rose all around, but by the time anyone reacted, it was too late.
She could almost feel her neck snapping like a matchstick. As death’s shadow completely overtook her heart, the receptionist found the assailant’s action did not continue.
The next moment, her neck was released, and she gasped for air, noticing that her assailant had even retracted his hand, looking around in bewilderment.
But before she could grasp the situation, a gust of wind had severed her head from her body.
At the same time, not far from the red tape acceleration lane.
The shadow in the corner suddenly writhed, and a gray humanoid silhouette peeled out from it, rapidly speeding away into the distance.
Unfortunately, someone intercepted it at an even faster pace and aimed a gun at it.
The gray figure did not slow down and swiftly changed direction.
Yet the blocker was faster, and the gun was pointed at it once more.
After several attempts, realizing it was impossible to escape, the gray figure finally stopped.
Like a slowly loading texture, details started appearing inch by inch on its body, eventually taking the form of Ji Yicheng.
This person naturally recognized Fu Qian’s mask but spat out another name with venomous anger.
“That mongrel, thinking to use someone else to do his dirty work!”
This person was quick to realize that if Fu Qian could find him so swiftly, it must have been Angui who leaked the information—there could be no other explanation.
“Aren’t you doing the same?”
Fu Qian casually retorted, turning to look at the commotion not far away.
“Even a simple suicidal attack is executed by manipulating someone else. It’s clear how much you cherish your own life.”
“You aren’t here to play the hero, are you?”
Ji Yicheng’s mood was evidently foul, and he snorted coldly.
“Whether you believe it or not, that guy wasn’t any good to begin with, I was just making use of waste.”
“Understandable, after all, on the wasteland, compiling a list of most people’s crimes is quite simple.”
Fu Qian’s tone was very much in agreement.
“I don’t have time for jokes with you, nor do I care about the motives behind your previous actions. Tell me, what benefits did Angui offer you?”
Ji Yicheng was clearly more concerned about his own safety and went straight to the point.
“Don’t worry, whatever he can offer you, I can surely provide more.”
“Just a bit of information.”
Fu Qian answered honestly.
“Information? That’s easy! What do you want to know?”
Ji Yicheng’s eyes lit up instantly.