Facing an Ancient God for a Year
Chapter 1204 - 1202: The Stick Insects of Night Holy City (10)

Chapter 1204: Chapter 1202: The Stick Insects of Night Holy City (10)

"Simple, I am very interested in the legendary story that is about to happen."

Facing Yuan Shan’s doubts, Fu Qian responded with a profound and unfathomable smile.

"Didn’t you hear me blessing them? Do you doubt the authenticity of my words?"

"I’m not surprised at all that you enjoy watching the excitement without minding the scale."

Yuan Shan shook her head, frowning as she stared at Fu Qian.

"I just want to remind you of your situation, shouldn’t you reconsider whether there is still time to watch the fun?"

"Don’t worry."

Chief Yuan’s concern was genuine, and Fu Qian did not appear impatient.

The next moment he flipped his hand and directly revealed a light yellow sticky note.

This is...

Taking it and looking at the contents, Yuan Shan frowned momentarily.

"This is from Ross’s pocket, it’s clear that compared to shaking machines, he’s more interested in the shift patterns of the casino staff, and the information is very comprehensive."

Fu Qian took back the sticky note and signaled Yuan Shan to follow.

"From their execution, I think the action won’t take too long."

"Compared to the story of getting rich overnight by wearing red underwear, I prefer to see some real news that fits the character of the gambling city, so I try not to disturb them as much as possible."

...

In the silence of Yuan Shan, the two had already passed by Ross, their steps leisurely and steady.

The latter subconsciously chased after the passing figure, but eventually withdrew his gaze and fumbled out a sticky note from his pocket, adding a number on it.

"As you wish, but what are we doing now? Meet other people on the list given by Mo Xi?"

Realizing that Fu Qian had returned the sticky note, effectively maximizing noninterference in the operation, Yuan Shan sighed helplessly, then consulted this newly advanced Second Order about the next step of the plan.

We can’t just sit here playing cards and waiting for excitement, can we?

"Although Mogrim and his group are likely to be the eliminators and won’t know much, it wouldn’t hurt to interact with them a bit more."

"Makes sense, but before that, I think there are actually more worthwhile people to get in touch with."

Upon hearing this, Fu Qian listened very seriously and ultimately refused to take the advice.

"Who?"

Although the suggestion was rejected, Chief Yuan is clearly not a petty person, and her attention immediately focused on Fu Qian’s suggestion.

"The person who is about to become a victim."

Fu Qian gestured towards a certain location upstairs.

...

"You want to go find the casino boss?"

Immediately understanding Fu Qian’s intention, but Yuan Shan clearly didn’t understand his purpose.

"What’s the point? Are you trying to subtly warn him to be on guard, thereby increasing the level of excitement in the whole scene?"

Considering his usual behavior, her first reaction was that his troublemaking habit was acting up again.

"That’s actually a good idea, your thinking has finally become flexible!"

Unexpectedly, Fu Qian actually pondered upon hearing this and finally praised her approvingly.

"We can consider it later."

...

Realizing she guessed wrong, Yuan Shan was even more puzzled, unable to think of what else they could do.

But this curiosity successfully stimulated her sense of social responsibility, which manifested as she followed Fu Qian into an office just half a minute later.

To be precise, they entered it in a dream.

They didn’t even wait to reach the destination, as the latter let the dream envelop them again immediately.

"Hello, Mr. Garcia."

The next moment, in Yuan Shan’s view, her partner unreservedly walked up and greeted someone who was facing away.

The person was originally observing the casino outside through the glass in front of him, as if inspecting his kingdom.

And obviously, this greeting surprised the casino king quite a bit.

As for how Fu Qian knew his name, Yuan Shan was not surprised at all.

This casino owner was obviously very professional; the door of the office simply had "Mr. Garcia’s Room" written on it.

"Who are you?"

Two uninvited guests entered as if no one owned the place, creating a distinctly terrifying situation.

However, perhaps due to the advantage of being on his home turf, Mr. Garcia appeared relatively calm and even took a few steps forward to sit across the table from Fu Qian.

While his face looked stern as he observed the two visitors, he did not appear overly panicked.

Meanwhile, his hand under the table discreetly pressed a switch.

"Fair enough, Federal Gambling Commission, Second Order official."

Fu Qian, observing all of this, did not stop the other’s actions, but responded smoothly with a blink of his eyes.

Of course, his posture was full of grace, though it did not prevent his words from being unseemly.

"This is my assistant."

The next moment, he even gestured behind him.

...

Clearly disliking the role she was given, but it seemed she truly was playing the assistant at the moment.

Yuan Shan clenched her teeth in secret, but still managed to produce a softly beautiful smile the next moment.

"...The commission’s work really becomes more appealing by the day."

Although his mind was a complete mess due to Fu Qian’s words, Garcia gave Yuan Shan a deep look and still offered a polite compliment.

"So, what brings you two here? Any advice?"

"Of course there is, advice number one,"

Fu Qian even truly extended his hand to point as he spoke.

"You can stop wasting your effort on that button below, the line has already been cut by me, they can’t hear you."

"...And anything else?"

Garcia stiffened up, and the next moment, he actually changed his position, leaning back in his seat.

"Advice two, the wireless communication device in your pocket is the same."

Fu Qian continued his earnest instruction.

"Right now, no information can leave this room by any means, so you might as well sit up straight and answer calmly."

...

This time, Garcia was stiff for even longer, and after regaining his ability to move, he actually sat up straight.

He then took something out of his pocket and threw it onto the table, showing cooperation as well as indignation.

"Who exactly are you?"

After doing all this, he coldly asked.

"Answer time."

Unfortunately, this business elite, unshakable in the face of danger, clearly still does not know what kind of criminal he is dealing with.

Fu Qian shook his head and directly reminded him of his current priority.

"Is there anything special in your vault?"

...

As expected, the word ’vault’ was particularly stimulating to Garcia’s nerves, but that only made him clench his teeth for a few seconds before he was forced to comply.

"All the gambling money from the two casinos—"

"Not special enough, think again."

Fu Qian interrupted him.

So much money not special?

"There are also some items stored on behalf of VIPs."

Though it was hard to believe, under harsh criticism, Garcia’s mind instantly overclocked.

"The special ones among them."

Fu Qian’s expression remained unchanged.

"I believe even for VIPs, you wouldn’t allow items you haven’t personally checked to be stored there."

...

Garcia only held on for two seconds this time.

"Indeed, there is one item that I find particularly peculiar, a segment of a finger bone."