Chapter 2823 - 2818: Too Late
Chapter 2823: Chapter 2818: Too Late
The results are not based on intentions, let alone words spoken.
No matter how Lady Jenny expresses herself, in Fu Qian’s eyes, her actions always adhere to the remnants of the Rebirth Club’s flames in an alternative way.
It is even understandable why she does so.
Regardless of whether others are scheming just as a means to climb the Divine Road, this Centaur Sister seems to truly believe in the ideals of the Rebirth Club.
There’s a pride that the secular world cannot understand, commonly known as being deceived into a limp.
In short, denying Limb Attachment is to deny her pride, and even deny this body that cannot turn back.
Of course, it only goes so far; Jenny’s obsession is impossible to articulate, and she may not have even thought it through clearly.
Even regarding the legacy of the Rebirth Club, Fu Qian believes she truly knows little.
So why talk so much?
First of all, we’ve spent a lot of money; how could we not talk a bit more?
Secondly, large institutions usually react slowly; how can they discover and respond if we don’t talk a bit more?
Yes, referring to the Archipelago’s controllers.
The Rebirth Club’s roots have been dug up, and even the laboratories are directly sealed; Old Master Yibu’s attitude as the new decision-maker is quite clear.
In such a situation, Jenny, a standard remnant of the former regime, would need great courage to wash her hands clean by abandoning her idol career, a move of little consequence.
Almost 100%, in that bar just now, besides bouncers, there were also people sent by White Tower Company to keep an eye on Jenny—or perhaps just the same person.
The next moment, Fu Qian’s gaze fell ahead, zeroing in on a somewhat familiar figure.
Not burly, but with a tall stature, a young man in his early thirties.
And just ten minutes ago, when he jumped behind the counter, that young face showed an awkward expression.
This likely role of keeping an eye on Jenny is certainly not here for no reason.
Though when he noticed Fu Qian’s gaze, the face that looked back showed no expression.
...
Normal, indeed.
As the wall falls, everyone hits it; there’s no one reliable here.
Their eyes met, and Fu Qian noticed a subtle change in the young man’s demeanor compared to when he was in the bar.
It was a peace brought by sufficient confidence, far beyond the bluff of an ordinary bouncer.
Not something a rundown club could have, either.
The person definitely wasn’t here for no reason, but waiting for him.
Why could he wait here so precisely?
Simple, it’s not just about following the route; do you really think that by drawing the curtains during a clandestine conversation with Lady Jenny, it could truly remain unknown?
The contents of the conversation, regarding his "motives" for this trip, were surely eavesdropped on, confirming the hidden threat of the Rebirth Club’s resurgence.
What? Why was Jenny so careless?
Hiring such unreliable people, and not finding a more private place to talk?
It can only be said that if one has this mindset, they are underestimating the idol profession.
Lady Jenny may not be very smart, nor exceptionally talented, not strikingly beautiful, and even missing a tail—but regarding her sensitivity to the environment and the way to maneuver and defend herself, years of honing have made her adept enough.
The wine culture I previously understood is not just nonsense; her invitation to talk at the back is already quite bold.
As the absolute focal point of the bar, it’s not just for herself but for everyone to see.
Recalling the past with oneself afterward might seem to touch some taboos, but when one imagines it from a third-person perspective, they can realize she has extracted herself quite clearly.
Even if Yibu were present, a certificate of good conduct would be issued.
In any case, the person in front of him didn’t come with good intentions—as he analyzed logically, the distance had rapidly decreased.
However, the bouncer’s gaze only paused on Fu Qian’s face for two seconds before redirecting and then directly turning to leave.
...
The attitude was indeed a bit ambiguous.
Fu Qian certainly didn’t feel embarrassed; his steps never halted, continuing to follow.
This method of presentation even confirmed more suspicions.
The known actions of this bouncer are definitely not typical of ordinary security, suggesting he might also be a White Tower Company insertion monitoring Jenny here.
But think further, once they discovered new remnants of the Rebirth Club, what should the reaction from Yibu’s side be?
Even if not directly taking action to annihilate, shouldn’t they at least round up people for capture?
The time earlier was more than enough for this bouncer to report upwards.
The result? Just one person waiting alone here, even obviously leading the way.
The bouncer’s pace was not fast, but undoubtedly purposeful, with no pauses along the way.
And as they went on, the surroundings grew increasingly tranquil, appearing ready to be fed to the fish—were they really heading into the sea?
The next moment, Fu Qian looked at a small boat docked by the pier, with a sense of nostalgia.
...
What a coincidence.
What Fu Qian remembered was not something else, but the night-time excursion around the Archipelago, his first meeting with Old Master Lu Ming, discussing secular prejudices against Limb Attachments, a scene vivid in memory.
It’s a pity though that the past cannot be chased, no more of those emerald flames illuminating the sea.
Moved by the scene, Fu Qian couldn’t help but sigh, yet his steps never paused.
Because at this moment, the bouncer had already boarded another boat nearby, sailing away.
Given that throughout the entire process, the bouncer never glanced in this direction, it was obvious he wasn’t inviting Fu Qian to join.
Knock, knock...
Unconcerned, the next moment Fu Qian boarded a much more luxurious small boat, entering and strolling into the cabin—a presence was there.
It turned out although the engine had stopped, it wasn’t empty inside.
A somewhat bulky figure sat in the deepest part, even facing away from the outside.
Only when footsteps echoed in the cabin did it seem disturbed, slowly turning around to look.
"Evolution never rests."
Even upon seeing the intruder, he didn’t urge him to leave, but slowly recited a peculiar phrase.
This as well?
Fu Qian looked at the somewhat swollen face, intrigued by the odd opening line.
"Never rests."
Without keeping the other waiting long, the next moment he brushed his left hand over the black-gloved right arm, repeating half of the other’s words.
"What a pity... you’re late."
Fu Qian’s action certainly invites speculation about whether something special, perhaps an inhuman limb, lies beneath the black covering.
The God-like Skinny Old Master was no exception, his gaze lingering on it briefly before finally letting out a long sigh.
"Just as I am late as well."