Chapter 962 960 Prism (33)

Chapter 962: Chapter 960 Prism (33) Chapter 962: Chapter 960 Prism (33) “Oh, how did you manage that?”

Masked Man was unusually talkative, and Fu Qian played along perfectly with a quip.

“Who could have imagined that a casual remark would actually come true?”

Masked Man looked Fu Qian up and down, not trying to hide the wistfulness in his tone.

“Coincidences always mislead people. The painstaking contemplation of the five of us back then seems, in hindsight, to be completely misguided.”

“It wasn’t us who found the source of the colors; it was you, Guansi.”

“The look you have now, you must have benefited from it too, right? Otherwise, it’s hard to imagine you surviving until now.”

“Looking down on someone?”

Fu Qian took issue with that statement.

“My achievements today come entirely from my own hard work, okay?”

This was undoubtedly true, but the listeners clearly weren’t convinced.

Hehe… heh…

Masked Man listened and scoffed repeatedly.

“You’re truly a proud and arrogant man. Even among the five of us, you saw us as burdens, preferring to act alone.”

“Even now, it seems I have no way to refute that.”

“Let me think, under those circumstances, you decisively left, with no silly notion of turning back to rescue other team members… so your return must have some other purpose.”

“Is this thing… actually ‘Abyss’?”

Looking down at the “well” beside him, Masked Man concluded.

“Where is the source of the colors? You couldn’t possibly not carry it with you.”

As expected of the team leader, this person exhibited quite sharp thinking, managing to roughly piece together the sequence of events.

But sometimes clever people can also be confused by their own judgment. In a glance up and down, his gaze didn’t even linger on Henry for more than half a second.

It was clear that this cat, mostly held in Fu Qian’s hand, had been ruled out as a possible source of the colors in his logic, classified as a trinket selected by Fu Qian for his hobby.

After all, if that thing were the source of the colors, the mission would have been completed long ago.

“The thing you’re hiding can’t be easy to find.”

Quickly giving up that line of inquiry, Masked Man sighed, but in the same moment, he suddenly crouched down.

With a swift roll, by the time he stood up again, he held a long spear in his hand, its dark muzzle aimed at Fu Qian.

“But no matter, I’ll just toss it down in a moment.”

His tone turned icy in an instant. The action just now had left not a single clean spot on Masked Man’s body, and now he was like an enlarged version of a green army man.

Even a battle-damaged one at that.

Masked Man had a clear gunshot wound on one shoulder, likely inflicted in Lady Qing’s dying counterattack.

However, this person seemed not too affected mentally, which was truly remarkable.

Just now, Lady Star Stella was far less injured and had already become so muddled she couldn’t recognize people.

Facing the muzzle, Fu Qian was not the least bit panicked, even clicking his tongue in astonishment.

“Let me introduce you to a small acquisition your teammates made in your absence.”

Tapping the rifle in his hand, Masked Man smiled brightly.

In fact, there were more than one rifle at his feet, obviously left there on purpose, so they could be easily accessed.

After all, holding a rifle and pretending to be out of mind does affect the performance.

“I don’t know how you turned yourself into this bioweapon appearance, but I suppose if it’s a body of flesh and blood, it won’t be indifferent to this weapon.”

“So, are you interested in revealing a bit of what you’ve found outside?”

“Just for this? I’m always happy to share, why make it so tense—”

“Masked Man!”

Fu Qian’s exclamation, laced with surprise, was interrupted by a shrill shout.

This voice sounded vaguely familiar.

Fu Qian turned his head.

From where the voice came, a bloodied figure of a condemned prisoner emerged.

His weapon was obviously upgraded as well, on par with what Masked Man held.

And at that moment, his rifle was aimed at Masked Man, with a fierce expression.

“Nice, you actually had the guts to come back!”

Having a gun pointed at him, Masked Man remained composed, not only keeping his rifle trained on Fu Qian but also verbally provoking the other.

Should he pull out ‘Mercy’ to aim at the condemned prisoner, making the scene somewhat more dramatic?

An unexpected twist occurred, and Fu Qian, interrupted, chose to stand and watch, his mind wandering.

“You’re not crazy at all; you planned this murder all along!”

Under Masked Man’s provocation, the prisoner grew more agitated, advancing while shouting.

“Why? What good does it do you?”

“Where’s ‘Red Dragon’?”

Regrettably, Masked Man clearly mastered the trick of answering questions with questions, while the prisoner seemed increasingly unstable.

“He’s dead.”

Momentarily sidetracked, the prisoner pondered and then, through gritted teeth, announced.

“And it seems I don’t have a chance to escape sober either, but luckily… neither do you!”

As he spoke, the condemned prisoner had already moved to Fu Qian’s right side.

“I had reasons for what I did!”

Facing this vindictive avenger, Masked Man appeared somewhat more serious, finally turning his rifle to aim at the prisoner.

“Is that so… but unfortunately, I’m not in the mood to listen.”

A neurotically grim smile crossed the condemned prisoner’s face.

“Die—”

And with that death sentence, the condemned prisoner abruptly turned his rifle towards Fu Qian, and he succeeded in discovering he was also the target of the other’s finger.

The trigger wasn’t even pulled before the prisoner’s head and chest were blown into fireworks.

And only at that moment did Masked Man’s rifle swing back onto Fu Qian and with supreme will, forcefully stopped the action of pulling the trigger.

“Extraordinary Power… have you recovered?”

The next moment he finally lost his composure, his voice hoarse.

…

“Not at all, just leveraging the strength amplified by the virus to compress air at high speed and release an attack,” Fu Qian said, not wanting to crush the man’s pride, humbly making things up.

Hehe…

Naturally, Masked Man wouldn’t believe it, and through a stream of absurd laughter, he exasperatedly tossed the rifle aside.

“Who could have thought… after all the trouble, a monster like you would emerge… So, you already knew the convicted prisoner’s target was you?”

“Yes, although I could see he had put a lot of effort into his act.”

Looking at the remnants of the prisoner, Fu Qian did not deny it.

“But no matter what, running back to remove a threat for the people is too far off from his character.”

“In my view, the only ones who could do such a thing were Qing, whom you killed, and Red Dragon, who was killed by him.”

“Indeed, it would have been a better choice for him to just open fire without a word. Unfortunately, he clearly lacked confidence in his marksmanship and had too much confidence in his acting skills.”

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