Chapter 118: Chapter 117: The Hunter’s Thirst for Blood (17)_1
 

The scene was extremely awkward at one point.

Everyone looked in the direction Henrik had escaped, all somewhat dazed.

Deng Feizhou, who had been full of confidence, now had a serious expression on his face.

“This guy is even more troublesome than I imagined!”

With a light cough, he looked at Wen Li not far away.

“Wen Li, are you alright?”

“Uncle Deng, I’m fine, thank you for coming to my rescue.”

“I didn’t help much.”

Deng Feizhou shook his head, turning his gaze towards Fu Qian.

“Your friend here really keeps his cards close to his chest!”

“Mr. Fang is indeed a powerful Transcendent, he has saved me several times already.”

Wen Li looked at Fu Qian, knowing he didn’t like disclosing information, so she didn’t say too much.

Of course, she didn’t know much to begin with.

“You’re not bad yourself, don’t sell yourself short.

To face a creature of Demigod Level and still do your best to seize the opportunity to attack, it’s this courage alone that already surpasses many.”

As soon as Deng Feizhou said this, Chen Mingfei immediately felt awkward.

As one of the outstanding members of his generation in the Chen Family, and already a genuine Sixth Phase Transcendent, his performance just now had been far from good.

And all this had been witnessed by Wen Li…

Chen Mingfei felt rather frustrated, even somewhat relieved that almost all of the people he had brought with him were dead.

As for Fu Qian, he didn’t even dare to raise his head to look at this mysterious person, his heart full of fear.

The guy seemed average in terms of strength, but who would have thought he could be so formidable.

He could even hold his ground against the frenzied Henrik for so long.

Fu Qian’s composure when facing a Demigod, his ruthless and determined actions, replayed over and over in his mind.

It was good that there had been no actual conflict just now, otherwise…

Although he had the entire Chen Family behind him, some madmen didn’t care about consequences.

Fu Qian was probably the calmest one amongst the group.

He hadn’t used his full strength just now, otherwise, a Visceral Critical Strike in Mythical Form could have possibly taken Henrik down immediately.

His mission was to find Thorn Blood.

Since there was no sign of it on Henrik, it was better to wait and see how things would unfold.

…

“Miss Wen!”

At that moment, a shout came from afar, and a group of people rushed over.

The two leading them were none other than Chen Mingda and the Poker Face from the Night Watchmen.

The newcomers were startled by the disarray as they approached.

“We heard fighting from over here and hurried over.”

Chen Mingda was relatively composed as he looked around, finally resting his gaze on Chen Mingfei’s face.

“Mingfei, did you encounter the target? Are you alright?”

“Otherwise what? We’re slaughtering each other for fun here?”

Chen Mingfei clearly did not appreciate his brother’s concern and found a vent for the frustration he had been holding in.

…

Chen Mingda frowned but didn’t say anything, instead turning to Wen Li.

“Miss Wen, are you okay?”

“Thank you for your concern, I’m fine!”

Wen Li shook her head, her emotions mostly settled down by now.

“Mr. Deng is also here, what exactly happened here? Did Henrik kill all these people?”

Poker Face asked Deng Feizhou on the side, indicating they had known each other for some time.

“Yes.”

Deng Feizhou took a deep breath.

“The situation was extremely dangerous just now. Henrik suffered serious injuries, but he became even more frenzied, nearly reaching Demigod Level strength.”

“Demigod Level—”

Poker Face was taken aback.

“Yes, I was careless for a moment.”

Deng Feizhou shook his head.

“I thought we could hold him, but I didn’t expect him to break free.”

“You’re being too modest, if it weren’t for you, Mingfei might not have made it.”

Chen Mingda added from the side.

“I don’t deserve such credit, their survival is mainly due to Mr. Fang holding Henrik off.”

Deng Feizhou pointed at Fu Qian.

Him?

Even Poker Face couldn’t keep his expression steady now, sizing up Fu Qian with a gaze full of surprise and suspicion.

He naturally remembered this man—Poker Face had been present when Yuan Shan had interrogated Fu Qian.

But no matter what, Fu Qian still looked like a low-level Transcendent, and it was completely unimaginable that he could confront Henrik.

“Yes, if it hadn’t been for Mr. Fang, we might have been completely wiped out just now.”

So it was like that.

Poker Face took a deep look at Fu Qian before turning to walk to the side, and after a moment, he turned back.

“Mr. Fang, I have reported the situation here, and our leader would like to meet you. I wonder if you have the time?”

Yuan Shan wanted to see me?

It was somewhat understandable; given the vast difference in the way I had acted before and now, I would definitely be considered highly suspicious. Someone with a more volatile temper might have arrested me on the spot.

“No problem.”

Fu Qian blinked.

“There’s no time to delay.”

Poker Face turned his head and gestured for two people to come over.

“I’ll lead people to track Henrik’s whereabouts; you will escort Mr. Fang to the base.”

Just showing the way, and it takes two people!

Are they afraid I’ll run away?

Fu Qian shook his head inwardly.

“Can I… can I come along?”

Just then, Wen Li beside him asked cautiously.

Go together?

Poker Face clearly wasn’t familiar with Wen Li, and he found her request a bit odd, but naturally assumed she was Fu Qian’s companion and immediately nodded.

“Of course, you can.”

This Mr. Fang was mysterious and unpredictable; it might actually be better to have someone who seemed more normal accompany him.

Are they that afraid?

Fu Qian looked at Wen Li who had approached him, and she seemed visibly relieved.

But thinking about it, it made sense; in the past few days, she really had encountered ghosts wherever she went, so such feelings were understandable.

It’s not easy being the Daughter of Destiny!

…

Soon, the Night Watchmen Base was already in sight.

Fu Qian wasn’t taken to the interrogation room he was in last time but was escorted further up to an area that resembled an office.

“Welcome.”

The Night Watchman leading the way knocked on the door, and unlike last time, Yuan Shan was already inside waiting.

“Hello, Mr. Fang.”

Wen Li obediently waited outside, while Fu Qian pushed the door and entered.

Yuan Shan set down the documents in her hands and looked up with a charming and cheerful smile.

A Transcendent had been killed in your territory, and your mood still seems quite good?

Don’t you have KPIs to assess?

“Mr. Fang is quite mysterious; I must admit that even I was deceived last time. My apologies.”

Indicating for Fu Qian to sit down, Yuan Shan looked at him with a smile on her face.

“No problem, I’m a very low-key person.”

“Indeed low-key, in fact, I have an interesting piece of information here.”

Yuan Shan fluttered the documents in her hand.

“Not long ago, a Mr. Cha Yingjun approached us, stating that he had been carjacked and knocked unconscious.”

“Interestingly, my people checked into it.

And it turns out that during the time he was unconscious, he still managed to attend a banquet. Isn’t that curious?”

“That was me.”

Fu Qian said candidly.

If Yuan Shan brought it up, it was better to just admit it openly.

He didn’t believe the Night Watchmen would trouble themselves over such a minor issue.

“Mr. Fang is truly honest. May I ask why you did it?”

Yuan Shan chuckled as she looked at him.

“Because I needed to attend the banquet, but I didn’t have an invitation.”

“That is a reason.”

Yuan Shan nodded, apparently quite accepting of the explanation.

“Alright then, let’s get down to business.”