Chapter 1647: Chapter 1642: The Plight of the Desperate Troops

Not unarmed, the rescue team trapped below, theoretically, could be a group of bona fide supermen.

Moreover, they were thoroughly prepared.

What’s more, their thoughts weren’t pure.

It’s well known that those who think crookedly also tend to think more, so to say that the Old Master Huang and the others had no foresight of possible danger is, in Fu Qian’s view, impossible.

Although foreseeing the degree of danger at present is equally impossible in Fu Qian’s view.

So even when they came in, Fu Qian could imagine a scene, where the trapped team was struggling for their lives using methods and tools that were prepared in advance but not particularly powerful.

Like what’s before us now.

There are six people in total, Old Master Huang is not present, but there is still a familiar face and a relatively familiar aura.

The familiar face among them even bears some resemblance to Old Master Huang, it is exactly Huang Lezhan, who participated in besieging him before.

If memory serves, his strength even surpasses Elder Huang Leji by a bit, almost the top expert of the Huang family in Xi Yuan, except for the Blood Lion who has left home.

And this top expert, originally standing by as a supervisor, was indeed the first to notice him, the eyes looking over were obviously unfriendly.

Of course, this intense feeling was not reciprocated, Fu Qian didn’t even give him a glance, instead, his gaze fell on that familiar aura.

Tall figure, green clothes and pants, a sharp chin that leaves a deep impression.

The only woman in the team, and the only supervisor besides Huang Lezhan, at the moment was looking over with similarly severe eyes, just slightly less so.

The reason the aura felt familiar is simple, it was almost certain she was the one outside the Night Watchmen Base possessing the dispelling aura.

...

The probability was high that she was Miranda in the returning kin trio.

With a slight nod, given that the other party hadn’t spoken, and considering his current malicious wizard persona, Fu Qian did not greet them too warmly, and continued to step closer under their scrutiny.

The location where everyone stood, was virtually a small flat area under the long steps, having a parallel height that was slightly more reassuring.

Thus, Fu Qian’s actions did not result in new injuries on him.

Of course, the explosive tension was inevitable.

Even the person deepest in the narrow cave had already stopped their actions and turned around fully alert.

The most direct effect of this action, however, was to prove that the entire team indeed was battle-worn, without exception.

Looking at the blossoming bloodstains on everyone, Fu Qian seemed to feel a certain sense of tragic grandeur named ’mourning soldiers’.

"Who are you?"

And the next moment, the leader of the mourning soldiers finally spoke.

Double-flow red rod Huang Lezhan, was already enveloped completely in brilliant yellow, fully triggering the Emperor Energy, his questioning showed no more concealed hostility.

One couldn’t blame him for being impolite, under such dire circumstances, their flickering hope was like a candle in the wind, unable to withstand any disturbance.

At this time, a stranger suddenly appeared with an extraordinary presence and inscrutable demeanor, how could they not be wary.

Though the subsequent descriptive content contained imaginative elements, Fu Qian still gained powerful empathy from it, hence felt no blame.

"Huang Lezhan?"

Of course, empathy doesn’t mean accepting the inquiry, completely unfearful of the hostility from the united team, Fu Qian slightly frowned, scrutinizing, perhaps because of the unique facial features of the Huang family, finding it somewhat challenging to recognize.

"Seems like I asked you first..."

Such demeanor clearly aroused resentment, unfortunately, Huang Lezhan seemed ready to act at any moment, but his dark tone remained inactive, Fu Qian directly ignored him and turned to the person next to him.

"Miranda?"

Compared to the previous time, he directly reported a name after a shorter contemplation.

"...Who exactly are you?"

Seemingly surprised that Fu Qian would suddenly focus on her, the sharp-chinned lady paused slightly, subconsciously glanced at Huang Lezhan, and hesitated before speaking.

Her counter question, albeit lacking novelty, combined with her tone and demeanor, conveyed a lot more information.

...

Firstly, indeed she was Miranda, and secondly, the team atmosphere wasn’t as harmonious as it seemed.

While the others were clearly taking turns digging, Huang Lezhan had her supervise alongside, likely not out of respect for ladies, but more to prevent her from sneaky acts.

"Thank you."

Inward assessments didn’t diminish Fu Qian’s high demeanor, he thanked with a smile.

"What name are you planning to give this cave?"

He even stepped forward two more steps, almost standing in front of Huang Lezhan, examining the ongoing project.

"...If you’re not going to cooperate, don’t blame us for being rude."

As someone accustomed to issuing orders, Huang Lezhan was clearly struggling to accept being treated like air, his gaze already showed evident hostility.

Even while speaking, with his gestures, everyone in the cave had evacuated.

"And then?"

On the verge of encirclement, Fu Qian asked nonchalantly.

"Then throw your bones into the blood pool over there, take a break during the process, and continue our busywork."

Nevertheless, as a top-tier swindler, he could always easily stir emotions.

After a few seconds of simple contemplation responding to Fu Qian’s question, Huang Lezhan’s reply was surprisingly genuine.

"Carrying even slimmer hope."

But getting emotions in place is another matter, Huang Lezhan’s answer clearly left some points untouched, Fu Qian casually helped him complete it.

"What does that mean?"

Though implicitly sensing the impropriety in asking, the other party with overwhelming presence left Huang Lezhan with kill intentions insufficient for immediate action, only complying.

"I won’t comment on your survival tactics."

Fu Qian shook his head, unsurprised by his reaction, while pointing to himself.

"But everyone’s height they can climb upward is certain, any extra bleeding by other means implies draining this value."

Like reviewing math problems, Fu Qian’s gaze swept over everyone’s face.

"Regarding eliminating me, are you confident you won’t drain? Or ready to drain only yourself? Or confident you won’t drain yourself?"

...

Inciting discord has always been about timing.

During desperate survival, Fu Qian’s three-segment question hit the ears sharply and sharply.

Accompanied by the gaze he swept, nearly everyone’s complexion visibly paled.

Primarily because the other’s assertion was really difficult to refute, and the manner, even coming solo into here, made one impossible to believe they could capture him unscathed.

Unlike ordinary actions, once injured here, even if others were willing to carry you, it would be meaningless.

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