"Maybe it’s because I’m getting old."
The question about cats and fish from Fu Qian, slightly nonsensical, clearly added to the hesitation of Chief Thirteen.
However, pretending not to understand would be too dull. Winona had been with Claire before, and Mr. Lek’s behavior of getting up in the middle of the night and licking everything couldn’t possibly escape the Night Watchman’s attention.
"According to his wife Claire, Lek just turned fifty-nine a couple of days ago, and before that, he didn’t use his tongue as much."
Of course, Chief Thirteen’s response undeniably carried the sa nonsense, even revealing a strange smile as he spoke.
"Is that so... It actually looks like he’s still quite strong."
To this seemingly aningful answer, Fu Qian responded with an intrigued nod, surprisingly giving a serious evaluation.
However, during this conversation between two High Tier Transcendents, which was indeed below their dignity, Fu Qian was contemplating two other faces—an eminent male and female dical duo they’d t before, guiding them astray.
The demon often hides in the details, seeming to lant in the hospital that, compared to the young doctors who unintentionally block the view, the interference of old experts was more active.
The last old lady even descended like a Transcendent, grabbing and biting.
In retrospect, those two’s ages must be at least as high as Mr. Lek, who retired early.
Fifty-nine... Could age be a factor of influence?
...
No matter how bizarre it sounded, Fu Qian would never bind his hands and feet with assumptions.
One can only say that the Night Watchn, aside from serving as living prisons, provided more assistance, like selecting an interesting piece of information.
"So what do you think?"
Clearly, Miss Thirteen wasn’t going to be brushed off with a simple ’strong despite old age,’ promptly kicking the question back.
"I’ve been struggling to understand it until now, but after hearing you, it does seem to make so sense."
Unexpectedly, Fu Qian nodded, straightforwardly agreeing with this obviously teasing answer.
Hmm...
Her expression beca even more peculiar for a mont. Miss Thirteen scrutinized him, seemingly suspecting Fu Qian was speaking sarcastically.
"Do you really believe old age is why Lek started having those peculiar habits?"
However, Fu Qian’s expression remained so earnest that she couldn’t help but ask.
"Older people always encounter troubles they couldn’t have imagined when they were young."
His tone remained steady, even when he looked up and down in return, towards the end.
"Shouldn’t soone of your stature have plenty of experience in that regard?"
What the hell...
Though veiled, Fu Qian has always believed in people’s understanding.
For soone with not a wrinkle on her face and a lively outfit like Miss Thirteen, her previous emotional displays seed more performative, yet now, with his aid, there was a bit of genuine emotional investnt.
"Fifty-nine is definitely a mory from many years ago for , but unfortunately, I don’t recall any significant changes."
However, compared to Chief Yuan, she seed to have a bit of self-deprecating courage.
In just a breath, Miss Thirteen adjusted her emotions slightly, genuinely admitting this.
"And Lek’s peculiar behavior was evidently there before. Do you think he eats the things dug out of patients just because he’s old?"
"Not at all, what was his explanation?"
For such an accommodating and unassuming Chief, Fu Qian naturally followed the topic with warmth and humility.
"Similar to what he told Claire, he believes those things are the masterpieces nurtured within a broader ecosystem."
Thirteen said this without hiding the disgust on her face.
"He wants them to gather more centrally onto himself, or onto this part of himself... After all, in his eyes, he is rely the center of this broader ecosystem."
"It’s indeed quite an innovative worldview, but it seems you’re not accepting it?"
Fu Qian was undoubtedly skilled in interpreting facial expressions.
"Ideas can be free, but can you tell what significance there is in accepting that?"
And he undoubtedly t with an unkind counter-question.
"His licking behavior can be partly explained."
But sadly, Fu Qian always had a swift answer.
"... How so?"
"As he grows older, he becos more eager for intimate connections with all parts of the ecosystem. After evolving for a while longer, he might truly ingest them."
...
"What’s the matter?"
Chief Thirteen was montarily silent, and Fu Qian asked with polite concern.
"I’m increasingly curious about why you’re here... Your answer is exactly the sa as his own explanation."
Finally, she slowly expressed her shock.
"Oh? Then how does he explain my appearance here?"
For aligning with a perverse mindset, Fu Qian felt nothing was amiss.
"He can’t explain it at all. He doesn’t know you, nor understand why you would lead his wife into doing those things. So can you answer this question yourself?"
Thirteen sneered coldly.
"Of course I can, I’ve even answered it before at Leland’s place."
Fu Qian pointed in the direction behind him.
"Shadows loom over Los, and a crisis is brewing."
"But you also said you’re not the savior."
With a snort, Thirteen didn’t shy away from admitting she heard the entire prior exchange.
"I am indeed not the savior. I’m rely waiting for destiny."
Fu Qian displayed a smile perfectly suited to his current swindler persona, gazing into the distance.
"I can feel it; it will arrive soon."
"What do you an?"
Such an action seed to put Chief Thirteen on alert, halting her steps altogether.
"Don’t be nervous, destiny is undeniable."
Yet Fu Qian did not stop.
"This city will be safe, and enjoying this predestined outco will be a rare pleasure in life."
"Thanks for the lesson, but why not pause a mont and make things clearer?"
It was clear that, after a sequence of actions breaking through her knowledge, Miss Thirteen’s established thoughts seed to be shifting.
With a gentle reminder, her hand naturally touched her waist again.
"Trust , you’ll soon understand."
Yet Fu Qian didn’t heed the warning, continuing forward.
"I told you to stop..."
The Chief of the Night Watchman, possessing high authority, naturally felt significant dissatisfaction with such disregard, and with increasingly stern tones, fired decisively amidst the sound of a gunshot.
However, this ti, there weren’t any flashy elental effects.
The fierce attack instantly reached the target behind him, once again caught securely by a frost-covered hand.
Yet unlike before, despite not being hit, a violent ice storm suddenly exploded from Fu Qian’s chest.
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