Chapter 247 - Chapter 247: Chapter 246 Pure Land Volume (Nine)_1

Chapter 247: Chapter 246 Pure Land Volume (Nine)_1

So I’m just a mere tool in the new script, huh?

Surrounded, Fu Qian let out a deep sigh.

From the reactions of this group of people, once they had identified him as the assassin, they completely disregarded what he said and were only thinking of killing him.

Since that was the case, there was no need for him to continue staying here.

Fu Qian quickly made up his mind, as he had already reaped much tonight, and staying any longer would only escalate the conflict.

Thus, in the next moment, his figure flashed and he leaped straight out from the balcony.

Amidst Grace’s screams, Fu Qian had already disappeared into the vast night.

“Don’t worry.”

In the grand banquet hall, a group of people looked towards the direction of the balcony, and Collins spoke up.

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“We’ve memorized his face; he won’t get away.”

It indeed wasn’t going to be that easy to end things.

However, Collins’s words were overheard by Fu Qian, who was lurking outside.

It was clear that these people were not ready to let things go, and he wondered if this was also part of the script.

But without a doubt, from now on, the town had dozens more people hunting for him, all capable of inflicting harm on him.

The atmosphere suddenly tensed up, but what does your hunt for a bald assassin have to do with me on vacation!

While thinking, Fu Qian’s features began to rapidly change.

By the time he left the garden, he had already reverted to his own appearance.

The valuable information was not small in quantity.

Although he couldn’t be sure how this group of people had become involved, he could almost certainly connect Herrom’s death to them.

Besides that, he had obtained a name—Nate.

This old gentleman, who hadn’t attended the banquet, was definitely worth visiting when he had the time.

In fact, this moment was as good as any, the only issue being that he didn’t yet know where Nate lived.

Walking through the night, Fu Qian’s thoughts raced.

Veil probably knew, but there was no need to run back to ask her just yet.

Turning the street corner, Fu Qian stretched out his hand to hail a taxi.

“To Old Nate’s house.”

After getting into the vehicle, Fu Qian said directly.

Those who attended such a banquet were mostly well-known figures in town, and the probability that the taxi driver didn’t know was not high.

“Which Nate?”

To his surprise, the driver was quite cautious and asked another question after a subconscious nod.

“The one who recently lost his son.”

Fu Qian didn’t even raise his head.

Such news undoubtedly spread at an extremely fast pace, and the driver understood immediately.

After about fifteen minutes, Fu Qian arrived at his destination.

After paying the fare and getting out, he looked at the building in front of him and hesitated not a moment to start his action.

Seems like he’s home.

Moving through the equally luxurious manor, Fu Qian quickly noticed something unusual.

Guided by his senses, he quickly located the target location.

The room’s door was open, dark and unlit inside.

A figure sat in the darkness, back to him, silent.

“Who’s there?”

But before he could step inside, an elderly voice had already sounded.

He could detect my presence?

Fu Qian was unexpectedly pleased rather than alarmed.

Though he hadn’t deliberately concealed his presence, it was not something an ordinary person could notice, let alone from behind.

Compared to the others at the banquet, this person was obviously special.

He might have come to the right place.

While he was contemplating, the person inside had already turned around.

The darkness did not affect Fu Qian’s vision at all; he could see that it was indeed an elderly man with white hair and beard.

The most eye-catching thing at the moment was what he held in his right hand.

A brass revolver with a long barrel glinted with a cold light under the faint moonlight, and it was now aimed at himself.

Fu Qian could even see the exquisite patterns on it.

This must be Mr. Nate.

“Who’s there?”

The other party asked again in the same tone, ready to shoot at any moment.

“Because you didn’t show up at the banquet tonight, Lady Grace asked me to check on you.”

Fu Qian walked forward with a smile, indifferent to the firearm pointed at him.

Although, in theory, the weapon in his hand could indeed harm him, that would require actually hitting him.

And with him on guard, that was impossible.

“Banquet?”

The old man repeated subconsciously, then shook his head after a long while, starting to mutter to himself.

“Indeed, there was a banquet tonight… very important, and I didn’t go… I seem to have forgotten.”

It was Nate, no doubt.

Fu Qian nodded.

“It’s alright, the main thing is to confirm you haven’t had any mishap.”

Having his guess confirmed, Fu Qian stepped closer again, sat down across from Nate quite naturally, and observed him closely.

Compared to others, Nate was undoubtedly different.

First off, he too had that imperceptible void about him, but to a lesser degree.

Then, quite obviously, unlike the others immersed in their act, he reacted to external information and held a logical dialogue.

What’s more, Fu Qian looked down at the ground.

Centered around Nate, a thin layer of white frost was spreading outward, forming a circle underfoot.

Even from where Fu Qian was, he could feel the chill.

Supernatural power?

This sight made Fu Qian even more curious.

Mr. Nate actually bore a trace of supernatural power?

“The assassin is a stranger’s face, likely not from town, it would be best to inform Chief Harry soon…”

As he pondered, Nate’s tone shifted, uttering a disjointed sentence.

Hmm?

Fu Qian’s brow furrowed.

As he said these words, Nate’s state seemed to change, becoming more like the others at the banquet.

“Hearing Sean’s name fills me with grief, and I lost the strength to attend the banquet, I am terribly sorry…”

Now, Nate’s tone changed again as he looked at Fu Qian with sorrow in his eyes, expressing his feelings.

“Sean was an excellent boy, I’m proud of him, and I won’t allow anyone to disparage him…”

He switched back, this old gentleman’s mental state was indeed chaotic!

Fu Qian silently nodded.

Nate appeared to be switching between two states incessantly.

One was the normal state, where he could hold a certain level of conversation.

The other was the acting state, where he strived to play the role he had in the script.

This must also be why he hadn’t attended the banquet.

But the question was, what could have caused this condition?

“It’s okay, everyone understands.”

While comforting old Nate, Fu Qian looked around.

The air smelt of alcohol, and behind old Nate, one could see an overturned cup and a half-drunk bottle of liquor.

Clearly, he was here to drown his sorrows in drink.

At the same time, there was a hint of gunpowder in the air, suggesting the revolver might have been fired once.

Fired a shot, could it be—

This is the gun to slay a demigod?

In a flash, Fu Qian thought of his mission.

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