Facing an Ancient God for a Year Chapter 1460 – 1458 Artificial Existence Core (28) - Novel Cool

Facing an Ancient God for a Year Chapter 1460 – 1458 Artificial Existence Core (28)

Chapter 1460: Chapter 1458 Artificial Existence Core (28)

No wonder they are the enforcers of the Chaotic World, the cornerstone supporting the existence of a unique societal structure.

Whether it's their efficiency in finding people or their response strategies, they have not disappointed.

An incident that seemed like a minor unlicensed business operation quickly revealed its bizarre nature after a brief mention from me.

They efficiently located the involved parties and brought the situation under a certain degree of control. Faced with conflicting testimonies from both sides, they quickly devised the next course of action—even with one party suspected to be an extremely dangerous divine being.

As for their strategy, they took the principle of strategic deception to its extreme; honesty in words wasn't important— the body's reactions were the most honest.

However, the intriguing part of this situation is that I am here, not to seek answers, but to observe their physical reactions.

Summing up the current stance, compared to Mr. Lek the Licker, I seem to be considered a more dangerous factor.

It makes sense, given the ranking, but it simultaneously reflects a situation where they haven't realized the severity of Lek's problem.

Of course, all these are just speculations and require slight verification.

"What do you mean? What threat are you referring to for the entire city?"

This is why the headline must be explosive enough.

Fortunately, for the profession of a swindler, this is a basic skill.

To suddenly escalate the impact to a city-wide level, in face of the Demigod's Might, Leland, who remains unyieldingly unafraid, finally shows an unprecedentedly serious expression.

Of course, it wasn't him who asked the question, but Winona next to him; he was merely listening intently without missing any information.

"Don't tell me you're some savior, specially here to avert an apocalypse?"

"A city destruction."

In response to Winona's counter-question, Fu Qian corrected the inaccuracy while shaking his head.

"Besides, even if I claim to be a savior, would you believe me?"

That would indeed be hard to believe.

Winona was speechless for a moment.

Serving in a place like Los, she can be said to be well-experienced with the swindler community.

However, even so, the guy before her is definitely an epitome of this group's worst traits.

Even taking a step back and assuming a crisis is truly brewing in Los, and even if this guy isn't maliciously orchestrating it, his purpose for being here seems far more likely to be to watch the drama unfold.

"I don't believe it, so you better explain things more clearly."

While Winona was still grappling internally, Leland had already spoken straightforwardly.

"There's no need, I choose option two."

However, this request was almost immediately rejected.

Even Claire was included in the room, the three of them full of disbelief, as Fu Qian tapped his chest with his fingers.

The crispness was comparable to pearls falling onto a jade plate.

"I look forward to your future performance in the hunt for me, the marked one."

"If you succeed, I will explain everything as a reward."

Without acknowledging anyone else's reactions, waving his hand in a farewell gesture, Fu Qian headed straight for the door without even bothering to conceal his presence.

With Claire, an ordinary person present, the two Night Watchmen clearly didn't dare to make a move from behind.

Did this guy just leave like that?

Amid the sound of the door opening, until the silhouette disappeared from view, Winona looked at her colleagues in a daze.

And Leland, ever decisive, was also determined not to stop him this time.

"He did leave."

As if knowing what she wanted to ask, he nodded.

The guy didn't even make any extra moves and swaggered all the way out, the "mark" was clear enough.

"So what do we do now? It's simply incomprehensible."

"Which means it's no longer within our decision, let's see what they intend to do."

Sighing lightly, Leland glanced at Claire beside him.

"But to be safe, it'd be best to take her back, we don't even know what Grimshaw intends with his return."

"Mm."

Both Winona and the involved party strongly agreed with this suggestion.

"Then let's not waste any time, let's leave now, this place is really too unsafe—"

While signaling Claire to collect her things, Winona's words were abruptly interrupted by a rumble, proving her point about the lack of safety.

The key point being the direction...

Unable to help herself, she glanced at Leland, only to find him not appearing too surprised, squinting at the path Grimshaw had taken.

"Quite a fascinating technique."

One foot raised, as if frozen midair, Fu Qian lowered his head and voiced an admiration.

Here was where he was only a few steps from leaving the Wesley family, yet the road ahead was no more.

Stone slabs, lawns, flowering trees... at this moment, a deep trench tore through everything beneath, as if the earth had split open from nothing.

And the intriguing point is how the inside of the trench was so smoothly and neatly cut, as if carved with a vernier caliper.

This magical scene extended from his feet, swallowing a corner of the nearby building.

Observing along the way, Fu Qian's foot finally fell from midair, followed by expressing his concerns.

"But doing it this way, aren't you worried about being sued by Mrs. Wesley later?"

"No concern, any facility damage caused during Night Watchmen operations will be entirely covered by local administration, as per the regulations."

And at the next moment, surprisingly, someone actually answered this concern.

To the left, a figure with a high-crowned felt hat, slightly petite in build, nonchalantly blew on her gun's muzzle.

With hair so deep red it seemed like blood and a charming tear mole beside her left eye, she was evidently a spirited-looking woman, including her attire.

Apart from the cyan hat atop her head, her outfit was quite concise.

A shirt and trousers in understated colors, with the only conspicuous feature being sunglasses almost matching her hair's hue and a holster on either side of her waist.

The bronze revolver in her hand was evidently drawn from her right side.

And the smooth trench ahead was exactly the result of her light trigger pull earlier.

"No one's inside there, either."

Having explained the compensation issue with a relaxed demeanor, she even gestured towards the damaged building with her chin, indicating not to worry about casualties.

"But what if someone runs out upon hearing the noise? Even if not scared, what if they fall into the trench?"

Fu Qian frowned slightly, not letting go of safety concerns so easily.

"No worries, Leland and Winona will keep them in check."

Untroubled by this provocation, the gunwoman seriously continued to explain.

And as she spoke, the muzzle swayed, frequently pointing at various parts of Fu Qian's body.

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