Facing an Ancient God for a Year
Chapter 1181 - 1179: Advanced Animals (8)

Chapter 1181: Chapter 1179: Advanced Animals (8)

The person is already gone?

Although the process of finding someone went smoothly, the information that Ah Lan provided eagerly clearly belonged to the type of news that one least wanted to hear.

While scrutinizing the man who relaxed in an instant and leaned back to his seat, Yuan Shan sought Fu Qian’s opinion with her eyes.

"This is indeed a bit unexpected."

Fu Qian himself seemed thoughtful for a moment, even idly spinning the gun in his hand as if to aid his thinking.

Of course, this scene in the eyes of others was clearly not so pleasant.

Ah Lan, who had just relaxed, had his gaze almost completely drawn to the barrel of the gun, his body tensing involuntarily each time it pointed at him.

"He told me himself that this place is becoming more and more unfriendly and that he’s about to leave."

Without waiting for Fu Qian to ask, this one sat up straight and spilled what he knew.

"And after that, I never saw him again, nor heard any news of him, so I think he must be gone already."

"I see..."

Fu Qian’s gun finally stopped wobbling in his hand.

"What do you say?"

Yuan Shan frowned somewhat.

Although she didn’t know the specific reasons, the teacher obviously treated the search for the person as some kind of test.

After all that effort, it turned out that the target might have been gone long ago, which she felt was somewhat inappropriate.

As Demigod, who managed many affairs, although she did not possess Fu Qian’s ability to sense down to the flesh and blood of cells, she had no problem discerning if an ordinary person was lying.

Ah Lan might seem less serious than Mogrim, but he clearly had too much naivety to lie under such circumstances.

"Shall we report this situation straight away? Continuing to search aimlessly would be too much of a waste of time."

"Indeed."

Chief Yuan’s suggestion seemed to be very much in agreement with Fu Qian.

"To come all this way and waste the beauty of the night on this."

While speaking, Fu Qian’s gaze swept over Ah Lan, making the latter tense up and quickly lose his composure.

"Everything I said is true... I never told those people before you, did that guy get into some trouble—are you guys from the casino?"

The next moment he was startled, as if he realized something, and the last bit of color drained from his face.

"I’m really not close to him, I just mooched some money off of him, and soon after my luck went bad again... if you want to take it back, I still have some left over..."

As he spoke, his hands were already searching his pockets, but his expression showed he was quite reluctant to part with it.

"How could that be, we welcome you to continue visiting."

Fu Qian didn’t mind at all shoving the blame onto the casino, while deftly putting away the gun.

"What do you take us for, to do something as lowly as robbery in a place like this?"

"Today we appeared here purely as consumers."

The next moment he snapped his fingers, his gaze shifting to a stripper cowering in the corner.

Within a few words, this worker with sensual lips and an impressive figure had already quietly found a piece of clothing to drape over herself.

"What’s your name?"

Fu Qian greeted her with a friendly face as she looked on timidly.

"...Shaman."

"Very good, Shaman. Mr. Ah Lan’s service hasn’t ended yet, shouldn’t you continue to do your job?"

As he spoke, Fu Qian even sat down next to her, adopting an appreciative stance.

He even patted the spot beside him, indicating he had left a seat for Yuan Shan.

This guy really knows how to multitask between work and entertainment!

Fu Qian’s attitude made Chief Yuan frown even more.

Of course, she wasn’t naive enough to think that Fu Qian was actually such a connoisseur.

The most likely explanation was that some signs made him suspect there was something wrong with the stripper.

The problem was that, even so, Yuan Shan had absolutely no interest in watching a striptease in this kind of place.

Ah!

But anyway, facing a character whose life is largely threatened because of oneself, this little bit of cooperation is not too much to forego.

The next moment she sighed silently, stood behind Fu Qian, still refusing to sit down on the leather chair.

...

Shaman, suddenly becoming the center of attention, exhibited unmistakable anxiety, and subconsciously glanced at the former customer, Ah Lan.

Unfortunately, the latter was clearly in a state of disarray, unable to offer her any guidance.

"When a person is doing something they are skilled at, it can effectively help stabilize their emotions."

As she gave up seeking help and turned back to look at Fu Qian, he still had a smile on his face, gently encouraging her with his voice.

With no other choice, Shaman finally threw her clothes down again, slowly got up, and returned to her own stage.

"What do you think?"

About half a minute later, as Shaman’s movements gradually fell into place and her emotions became focused, Fu Qian turned around to consult Yuan Shan for her opinion.

"You can tell Mr. Ah Lan really likes this place, and he’s got a good eye."

Yuan Shan nodded.

"Agree."

Fu Qian sighed and stretched out his hand towards Ah Lan.

"What do you guys really want—"

Before he could finish his sentence, Ah Lan collapsed to the ground with a thud.

"Alright Shaman, thank you for your performance."

Tucking the gun that knocked the person out back away, Fu Qian hesitated for a moment but decided not to touch Ah Lan’s pockets with his hands, instead, he took out two banknotes from his own clothing and threw them onto the table.

"There are a few things I want to talk to you about alone, don’t worry, Mr. Ah Lan can’t hear us now."

Fu Qian looked at the customer lying on the ground, an employee who bit back screams without making a sound.

"You know a person named Midas?"

"I don’t know...."

With a rigid expression, Shaman hesitated but bent down to pick up the banknotes. Meanwhile, she shook her head to Fu Qian’s question.

"You know any other weird people?"

"You mean...?"

"The one who asked you to keep an eye on Ah Lan."

"I didn’t—he’s called Ross."

Startled by the thinly veiled displeasure on Fu Qian’s face, Shaman quickly corrected her response.

"What kind of person, describe him to me."

Fu Qian softened his voice to guide her the second before.

"A customer my Mom used to know, he frequented here a while back, and recently he suddenly appeared again... "

Faced with the threat to her life and the money, Shaman quickly abandoned the last touches of circumspection and rapidly answered Fu Qian’s questions.

"He gave you money to watch Ah Lan?"

"Yes."

"In which regards?"

"In every way, as long as there is something abnormal... especially with strangers he finds."

This stroke of luck indeed seemed to have hidden motives.

After exchanging glances with Yuan Shan, the next moment Fu Qian gestured towards Ah Lan’s pockets.

"Later on, you can take all the money, and then pin it on us."

...

Under this tempting offer, Shaman’s breath tightened almost instantly.

"Now for the last question, as per the agreement, how are you supposed to inform Ross if you find something?"