Chapter 828 826 Demonstration

Chapter 828: Chapter 826 Demonstration Chapter 828: Chapter 826 Demonstration “Alright, time is precious, let’s get started.”

Amidst Fu Qian’s sentimentality, Xu Meng checked his watch and delivered a classic line.

“Okay.”

Amidst the circumstances, Fu Qian stood up briskly, his demeanor as if someone had just invited him to a ribbon-cutting ceremony.

What kind of thought process does this guy have?

The reaction left the two bodyguards dumbfounded for a moment.

And a half-second later, their astonishment skyrocketed tenfold.

“Do you know what’s going to happen to you next?”

Xu Meng, certain that Fu Qian was feigning composure, chuckled coldly.

“What will happen?”

Fu Qian asked quite naturally.

“Like this.”

With a voice full of threat, Xu Meng stood up, began unbuttoning his coat, followed by his shirt… and his trousers…

His movements were so smooth and natural that the two bodyguards, still stunned, didn’t immediately know whether to intervene.

Their exchange had already drawn considerable attention, and with this turn of events, the area erupted in exclamations, and even some people started to sneak pictures.

Of course, the onlookers didn’t know the context; to them, it seemed one of them just started undressing after some nonsense talk.

Unperturbed by what’s happening around him, Xu Meng stripped himself completely in less than half a minute, turned, and walked towards the square, his expression akin to a pilgrim.

“What are you looking at me for? Go after him.”

Fu Qian sighed at the still-stunned bodyguards.

“There are amateur photographers everywhere out there.”

The bodyguards shivered, finally grasping the seriousness of the situation, and immediately abandoned their original task to chase after him.

However, President Xu seemed to be enjoying himself, and even as he was pursued and blocked, steadfastly climbed walls and darted through alleys until he was finally caught, exhausted.

“The old steed in the stable still aspires to gallop a thousand li.”

Amidst the praise, Fu Qian announced that the side quest was complete and promptly left.

“…”

Fu Qian hadn’t even reached home when Young Master Qin’s call came through.

Upon answering, he was met with utter silence on the other end for half a minute.

“You really are…”

After a long while, Young Master Qin’s prolonged sigh finally came through.

“The incident just now, you were there, right?”

“Are you talking about Xu Meng? Did word get around that fast?”

Fu Qian wasn’t about to feign ignorance at this moment.

“What else? Even a normal person streaking downtown would make headlines, let alone someone of his status.”

Qin Mingze said annoyedly.

“So what’s the narrative circulating in your circles?”

“Depressed after losing his child, a mental breakdown after long-term accumulated stress.”

Young Master Qin sighed.

“It does sound quite plausible.”

Fu Qian commented while inwardly contemplating.

See, in a mature, rational society, you needn’t worry about exposing yourself.

You could fly through the streets on a sword, and there would be people to debunk your “magic,” claiming you hid anthracite inside it.

“I guess so, but I don’t really believe a son’s death could affect him to this extent. Why were you there?”

Young Master Qin wasn’t interested in the real reason.

“I haven’t been back for a while, just wandered over there by accident. Someone recognized me?”

Fu Qian casually explained.

“Didn’t Xu Meng have two bodyguards? And the fact he wanted to take out his anger on you wasn’t exactly a secret before, he went there to find you, right?”

“Yeah, not only did he arrange two bodyguards for me, he even said he’d get a good photographer for me.”

“Really…”

Young Master Qin clicked his tongue.

“Now there are at least hundreds of amateur photographers who’ve captured his stunning moments. It’s like justice served for trying to be too clever for his own good.”

The last remark sounded somewhat harsh, didn’t it?

Fu Qian looked up at the sky, reflecting on his recent actions.

“Of course, I know this sort of thing wouldn’t affect you… You have to admit, you have great luck, not only coming out unscathed but also getting to witness a famous entrepreneur’s striptease up close.”

“But don’t say I didn’t warn you, once that guy comes to his senses, it won’t just be simple ire. If things really turn sour, you might have to lay low for a while.”

“No worries, that’s assuming he comes to his senses.”

“What do you mean?”

Qin Mingze didn’t quite understand Fu Qian’s implication.

“Nothing, just help me keep an eye out.”

Fu Qian didn’t offer further explanation. Clearly, Young Master Qin was more interested in spectating than worrying, only ending the call after gossiping a bit more.

…

Of course, the recent incident was Fu Qian’s doing.

At this point, he didn’t even need to be face-to-face; remotely conveying the urge to streak was effortless.

And the notion that Xu might not regain consciousness wasn’t just empty talk.

President Xu might be a force to be reckoned with, decisive in his actions, but under normal circumstances, even a significant shock like public indecency wouldn’t prevent him from retaliating afterward.

However, with his already compromised thought process, he might not be able to reconcile the profound self-contradiction that had just occurred.

Being too greedy isn’t good for one’s health; taking on too much psychological impact without resolving it is a problem, and clearly, Fu Qian had no intention of giving him a second chance.

Hope he’s strong enough, or he might just have to reunite with his son.

…

Having settled the cause and effect, Fu Qian arrived home as night fell.

Yet, he had no intent to “clock in,” instead he earnestly began preparing dinner with groceries he had casually bought.

His recent experiences had enriched his culinary skills substantially.

Finally, after a thorough process, he turned the ingredients into a dish and a soup, sat down contentedly to enjoy his dinner.

After a satisfying meal, he even managed to take out the trash.

And after all that, Fu Qian still didn’t activate his mark but rather nonchalantly turned on the TV.

As expected, there was no report related to the afternoon’s streaking incident.

Instead, two familiar experts were debating privacy issues, a rare moment when they shared a consensus.

After watching, Fu Qian felt his understanding of argumentation had deepened.

And as this dull but typical night reached midnight, nestled on the sofa, Fu Qian perceived something off.

A familiar sensation washed over him, and without any action on his part, the room’s lighting dimmed, and he was abruptly pulled into the warehouse.

Is there a limit to slacking off?

But fundamentally, this was a good thing. In certain special situations, like when severely restricted and unable to enter the warehouse voluntarily, it served as an automatic escape mechanism.

While Fu Qian quietly explored new applications for his privileges, the notification sounded.

[Work for the day begins, entering 1-039 containment scenario, Unseen Hillock]

[Current SAN Points: 42, current Inspiration: 99]

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