Eldritch Horror Theatre

"Requisitioned?"

When Fu Qian finished speaking, the three police officers exchanged blank looks, their faces full of indignant resentment at being coerced.

Unfortunately, their stubbornness didn't last ten seconds. At a gesture from their leader, one of them obediently handed over the keys.

Evidently, the leader among the three had good sense. He understood that their group had been dragged into a conflict they were better off avoiding, and that playing along was the safest course of action right now.

"You know how to drive, right?"

Fu Qian didn't make things difficult for them. He simply tossed the keys to Wen Li.

"...I do."

Forced to catch them, Wen Li looked a bit dazed.

Clearly, Eldest Miss Wen rarely served as anyone's chauffeur.

Fu Qian offered no further explanation. He took the lead, heading out the door.

...

By the time Wen Li climbed into the driver's seat, the three police officers were standing neatly by the side of the road, staring toward them with a profound sense of loss.

"Where to?"

Wen Li obviously had some grasp of Fu Qian's style. After her brief shock, she quickly recovered her wits.

She meticulously adjusted her seat, then turned to ask him.

"Anywhere."

Fu Qian was already sitting in the back, his eyes closed to rest.

"Anywhere?"

Wen Li couldn't help but be shocked again.

"That's right. Just drive anywhere, as long as it's far from The Bookstore."

"I actually like this place. It'd be a pity if it got smashed to pieces."

...

Wen Li furrowed her lovely brows. She clearly didn't understand what he meant by getting smashed to pieces.

Even so, she obediently started the engine.

It had to be said, driving a police car was a pretty good experience. The streets were unimpeded. In a way, it was even flashier than when the Night Watchers went out on business.

After all, one couldn't exactly stamp the word "transcendent" across their forehead.

"From what I know, the Gulade Group originally formed around the core of the Gulade Family,"

Wen Li shared her knowledge as she steered the car smoothly.

"Rumor has it they possess a bloodline similar to the Blood Clan. Their physical strength far exceeds that of ordinary humans, and they have many high-tier experts."

"Relatively speaking, they operate with all taboos lifted. They don't restrict themselves much."

"On top of that, they are backed by a Demigod, which is why their power has expanded so rapidly in recent years."

"If we are targeted by them, things could get a little troublesome."

"The Blood Clan? The kind with wings?"

Fu Qian's focus was as unusual as ever.

"I don't think so. I've seen members of their main family. Aside from a slightly pale complexion, they look just like normal people, though admittedly a bit more refined in appearance."

Wen Li tried her best to recall.

"Are they nocturnal?"

"Not that either, I think... but they do possess certain darkness-related abilities."

Keyboard.

Fu Qian nodded slightly.

This sounded very much in line with what Yuan Shan had said earlier. Judging from their actions, their relationship with Gan Zuoxun was probably far from harmonious.

"But in my estimation, they shouldn't dare act too recklessly in Shangjing. After all, they have quite a few rivals."

Is that so?

Fu Qian glanced at her and suddenly spoke up.

"Brake."

"Brake?"

Wen Li was clearly very confused, but out of her trust in Fu Qian, she quickly began to slow down.

Boom!

In the very next moment, a streak of light flashed through the darkening sky, and a figure dropped from the heavens.

A colossal force slammed into them, bringing the car to an abrupt halt.

Forced to zero speed in a split second, the high-quality police car let out a teeth-aching screech. Under the sheer inertia, it nearly fell apart.

The windows shattered instantly, flying outward in countless pieces.

"What happened?"

This sudden turn of events clearly gave Wen Li a fright.

Fortunately, she hadn't been driving too fast. Thanks to Fu Qian's warning, her early deceleration prevented the awkward situation of being thrown through the windshield.

Once she recovered her wits, she found herself staring at a figure standing right in front of the car.

It was a middle-aged man with a strikingly unusual bone structure. He wore a heavy trench coat, had distinct facial features, and a gaunt physique.

His long, slender arm was pressed against the hood of the police car. Directly beneath his palm was a massive dent.

Clearly, this man had just executed a palm strike from the sky, forcefully stopping the moving vehicle single-handedly.

He definitely hadn't come with good intentions!

Where were they in the conversation again?

Gulade's Blood Clan?

Fu Qian looked the roadblocker up and down.

No matter how you spun it, calling this guy's appearance "refined" would be a blatant lie to one's conscience.

On top of that, his entire body was currently shrouded in a cloud of bright yellow light.

This scene felt seemingly familiar.

Fu Qian was reminded of a certain low-resolution old money family.

"Huang Zhixun!"

At that moment, Wen Li cried out in alarm, seemingly recognizing the newcomer.

The name sounded a bit familiar.

Fu Qian pondered for a second.

"Blood Lion?"

"You know him?"

Wen Li was visibly surprised.

In her understanding, Fu Qian's style was to treat the world's greatest heroes as if they were nothing.

"I've heard the name."

Fu Qian thought back to his eventful days in West Plain City.

If he remembered correctly, this man was the pride of Old Man Huang Leji's clan.

Seeing him in person, his bearing was indeed extraordinary.

It was just this pose of his...

Fu Qian scrutinized Huang Zhixun. The man didn't say a word as he slowly retracted his hand with indescribable elegance and composure.

Was he imitating Professor Do from the stars?

It was somewhat inappropriate. If nothing else, the professor was at least much more handsome than him.

"That's right. He's Huang Zhixun from the West Plain Huang Clan. That signature Human Sovereign Qi is just too recognizable."

Wen Li confirmed Fu Qian's words.

"Indeed."

Fu Qian undoubtedly had a deep impression of it as well.

"A Peak Tier 4 at only forty years old. He is hailed as the one most likely to become the youngest Demigod in recent years."

Although Wen Li spoke seriously, she didn't show much anxiety.

Because she knew very well that while Huang Zhixun might have the potential to advance to the Demigod Realm, the man sitting right next to her was already a genuine Demigod.

Only forty years old, with hopes of becoming the youngest Demigod.

Fu Qian repeated Wen Li's words in his mind, gazing in the direction of the Night Watchers Base.

Calculating it that way, shouldn't he call Yuan Shan 'Auntie' the next time they met?

"If it is convenient, why don't you two step out for a chat?"

While the two were talking, Huang Zhixun at the front of the car finally finished striking his pose. He now stood with his hands behind his back in a relaxed manner, his pretentiousness maxed out.

Fu Qian ignored him, opting to observe their surroundings instead.

Although this place couldn't be considered a bustling downtown district, it was by no means remote.

His actions just now had undoubtedly terrified quite a few people.

Even now, the screaming hadn't entirely stopped.

However, after the initial panic, the crowd hadn't completely dispersed. Instead, they had formed a circle of onlookers from a distance.

"Huang Zhixun?"

Having seen enough, Fu Qian opened the door and stepped out of the car.

Without waiting for the man to speak, he asked directly.

"That's right."

Huang Zhixun looked quite pleased that Fu Qian actually recognized him.

"Very good."

Unfortunately for him, Fu Qian then gave an expressionless nod.

"You are suspected of endangering public safety."

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