"Thanks for the recognition, but I’m not here to confess."
The old Priest suddenly appeared, helping to push the montum to its peak.
However, just when everything seed to be going well, Fu Qian exhibited astonishing honesty, suddenly speaking startling words.
He had been walking the line of playing both sides, trying to escalate the atmosphere to its most intense point.
Originally, his understanding of faith was quite vague, sowhat deficient.
At this mont, an elder truly ca forward to speak, making everything progress smoothly; there was no reason not to continue pushing further.
Of course, the skill of pushing is very important.
One must strive to ensure that even if soone is watching from behind, it is still difficult to confirm whether one is the reincarnation of "Lu Ming."
Of course, this refers to the logical aspect; if the other party has supernatural abilities beyond reason, long since locking onto one’s soul, at this mont viewing the situation with amusent—one must still make it as difficult as possible for them to figure out one’s true intentions.
Speculating the current situation with the worst of intentions does not an giving up resistance; on the contrary, one must operate with even more caution and finesse.
"So, what have you been doing here for the past two years and five months?"
And in one instant, drawing everyone’s attention, even the Priest was slightly surprised, yet Sister Stakeout couldn’t hold back and questioned.
This job couldn’t have been without shifts, right? Has it really been this person all along for over two years? And then realized that things might not be as originally thought?
Seeing Sister Stakeout struggling to maintain her enlightennt, Fu Qian felt a guess filled with compassion at such a vehent reaction.
If it’s true, cosplay or not, the feeling can’t be good.
"Seeking wisdom."
With a powerful empathy, Fu Qian rcilessly added more pressure the next mont.
"I understand everyone’s regret for their own sins, and in this city, truly innocent people don’t exist; I understand all these."
His rhetoric naturally integrated into this Sin City, utterly seamless.
"But unlike most, I feel this is not enough.
"The direction might be right, but the degree is far too lacking. The reason I have been here is precisely the opposite of repentance, to ask for the Path of Redemption, allowing the Brotherhood to truly unite their minds."
The voice remained calm, yet carried an undeniable authority; Fu Qian was already standing, watching the previously seated extremists.
If one can confess to unknown entities, why can’t one ask unknown entities for guidance?
...
So, it’s not weariness of the criminal life, but rather believing it’s not dark enough, that’s why he chose to be here?
Everybody here has been seeking the path for many years, and their sensitivity to certain aspects is certainly reliable.
Especially since Fu Qian made his points very clear.
He’s not dissatisfied with the Brotherhood’s extremity; quite the opposite, he thinks the current level isn’t nearly enough, so he sits here, praying to the supre entity in everyone’s mind to bestow wisdom, helping the Brotherhood advance further.
If that’s true, it would be a shocking reversal.
Wronged for years, finally cleared.
The question is, what makes people believe this is real?
"So, can I understand you think everyone in the gang is wrong?"
No surprise, Brother Thick Eyebrow imdiately questioned unemotionally.
This was a perfectly normal reaction, enemies, traitors, heretics—anyone can tell you heretics co first without question for poor characters.
Because that truly denies the legitimacy of those in charge, theoretically, such a cri would warrant severe punishnt beyond reason.
"Yes."
Fu Qian was not surprised by Brother Thick Eyebrow’s reaction, imagining his due punishnt; he nodded.
"So, over these past two years, have you found the right answer?"
Brother Thick Eyebrow had a typical businesslike smile; at a glance, it seed like a debate between two experts, but Fu Qian knew the danger within.
"I have."
But he still didn’t blink, continuing to nod.
"You’re truly insane, to fabricate such stories to escape gang rule disposal."
Unfortunately, Brother Thick Eyebrow seed to offer an alternative interpretation to Fu Qian’s reaction, confidently dismissing it.
Thus, the favorable situation created with the help of the Priest Elder fell apart instantly.
This made sense.
Fu Qian felt no negative emotions about it.
A group fearing to face the arduous path, hiding under the imagined strength of "collective power," wouldn’t have the courage for self-reform.
Even if just acting, those without enough insight attempting to stir causality are dood to be burdened by it.
In a sense, this place is truly Sin City at the mont.
Didn’t see Brother Thick Eyebrow even casually ask what answer was found?
The seedling of heresy needs to be nipped with utmost intensity; no chance can be given for crowd-confusing rhetoric.
Of course, considering the "Redemption Path" was just random nonsense, Brother Thick Eyebrow really asked, Fu Qian would indeed have to make it up on the spot.
But one thing wasn’t nonsense: indeed, he received enlightennt at the church.
All devout without any core of belief, all seeking the path without any correct answer, isn’t that resonantly similar?
"Do you think anyone in the gang would believe your nonsense?"
By then, Brother Thick Eyebrow even stood up, quickly surrounding Fu Qian with two others at his command.
"I don’t need you to believe; I’ll handle it myself—"
But Fu Qian remained unafraid, turning away from the two hostile figures, speaking resolutely.
"New Brotherhood!"
...
That degree should be about right.
In that mont, everything fell silent, yet Fu Qian’s dominating presence was unstoppable.
Despite not knowing any of the people present, including his own na, it didn’t stop him from scanning the Brotherhood mbers one by one, gauging the situation.
The ti here was too short, many things were hard to control, and utilizing the knowledge to fan the flas to this extent was almost fully exploited.
"Take him back."
Brother Thick Eyebrow decisively ordered, not wanting to waste another word.
Despite the Priest Elder nearby not seeming like a man of worldly society, he listened most attentively to the earlier discussions, remaining silent, seemingly inspired.
Even so, it was clear he didn’t intend to ward off the gang mbers from taking action—but that’s alright—
"So, are you interested in joining?"
Being escorted out, Fu Qian remained composed and calm, even turning to Sister Stakeout with a smile as he passed by to ask.
After careful consideration, he found the situation could be escalated just a little more.
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