Facing an Ancient God for a Year-Chapter 516 - Furnace (21)_1

Chapter 516 -516: Furnace (21)_1

Chapter 516 -516: Furnace (21)_1

The first ray of morning light brings brightness but also often a sense of unreality.

In the fast food restaurant, Fu Qian leaned back in his chair, took a sip of the milk tea before him, and then continued to rest his cheek in his palm, watching outside.

The place was about five kilometers from Daniel’s home, and by now, he had maintained this pose for several hours.

Having a mortal’s constitution, it was inevitable to feel a bit sleepy after a night without sleep, so he needed to drink something to stay awake.

It turned out Daniel wasn’t bragging; his family indeed had some clout here.

Last night was calm, with Chief Stan making no further moves to hunt him down.

It seemed that his own “escape” into Daniel’s family had forced the Chief to tread carefully.

This was good news, yet the turmoil under this peace was invisible to those not involved.

[Mission complete, current mission updated.]

With the break of dawn, his mission had also timely updated.

[Find out Daniel’s whereabouts.]

This mission is really intriguing!

And listening to the new mission details, Fu Qian was lost in thought.

To find out Daniel’s whereabouts—could it be that this man who had just killed his master is missing?

If Chief Stan is behind it, then the man is being quite decisive!

Moreover, it feels like this mission is hell-bent on getting me involved in these matters.

But looking on the bright side, at least the previous mission was complete, so encountering the Chief wouldn’t lead to an immediate loss of 64 SAN Points.

While pondering, out of the corner of his eye, Fu Qian noticed some unusual activity.

The only female employee in the shop, with a tray in hand, was approaching him with light steps.

I don’t recall ordering anything else.

But considering he was the only customer in the store, it didn’t seem like the order was for anyone else.

Fu Qian was momentarily puzzled.

Could she be Chief Stan in disguise, having observed him all night and now ready to knock him out and send him to the station?

That would be just too fantastical!

“Here, one extra cup for you,”

As Fu Qian’s thoughts raced, the waitress had already come closer.

The next moment she took out a cup of milk tea from the tray, placing it down, and softly said,

“Also… I already have a boyfriend.”

Huh?

At the moment those words reached his ears, even Fu Qian felt a twinge of awkwardness.

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Then he quickly realized what was going on and glanced back at the glass in front of him.

From this angle, it seemed to face directly towards the counter, right?

And to facilitate a quick getaway, he had been almost continuously watching outside over the past few hours.

She must have misunderstood something!

Black stockings, a red dress, and a petite hat—although it was a uniform, her figure was nonetheless accentuated.

Looking at the face in front of him, which was shy yet brimming with youthful vibrancy, Fu Qian blinked.

There was no need to explain this kind of thing, and it couldn’t be clarified clearly anyway.

“Alright then!”

The next moment, he displayed a dejected look, sighed, picked up the milk tea, and prepared to leave,

“Wait!”

Contrary to his expectations, the waitress, having just handed out a “nice guy” card, didn’t hurry off, but instead, fixed her sparkling eyes on his face to scrutinize it.

After a moment, she bit her lip as if making up her mind.

“I get off work in one hour.”

This time, she spoke closer to him, her breath directly on Fu Qian’s ear.

“One hour?”

Faced with this lightning-speed change of thought, Fu Qian was shocked and looked troubled.

“That’s really too bad, I have to go to class right away!”

“…You’re still a student?”

As soon as she said this, the waitress’s eyes widened in surprise.

This person’s posture, so at ease while sneaking a glance at others, could not be associated with someone who was still in school.

“Yes!”

Fu Qian put on an innocent face, hoping that the person would take the hint.

“What time do you get out of class? I’ll pick you up.”

However, just as he thought the other party was about to give up, unexpectedly, the waiter hesitated slightly before adding another sentence.

…

“Hard to say, I have to go to the police station today.”

Faced with such enthusiasm, Fu Qian chose to walk away directly.

In fact, he wasn’t lying; as soon as he walked out the door, he hailed a cab.

“Where to?”

The driver stopped the car, rolled down the window, and after sizing up Fu Qian, seemed to realize something, his expression turning unnatural in a flash.

It seemed he recognized his face; it looked like Chief Stan had given out the order after all, despite no obvious moves being made.

Fu Qian nodded to himself in his heart and uttered a single word.

“Police station.”

At that moment, the driver reacted as if shocked, his expression stiffening extraordinarily.

After Fu Qian emphasized it once more, he went straight to the back seat and sat down.

If this mission were to fail, he would lose a whopping 128 SAN Points, which would be utterly ruthless.

Yet, up to now, the information he held was still too scarce to see a way out.

He needed to use this last chance for error, to try pulling a chestnut out of the fire.

Chief Stan was clearly a character worth engaging with earnestly.

Inside the taxi, the atmosphere was undoubtedly very delicate, with the driver glancing at Fu Qian every two seconds to check on him.

Fu Qian, however, acted as if he saw nothing and finally simply closed his eyes to rest.

Moments later, this tranquility was shattered by the sharp sound of brakes.

Before the car even came to a full stop, the sound of the door opening rang out, and the driver was the first to jump out.

This man, despite his age, was also too impatient, but luckily I had foreseen it and fastened the seat belt.

Fu Qian curled up in the back seat, rubbing his chest, which was sore from the seat belt’s constraint.

Looking out through the window, he could see that outside the taxi was the very police station he had scoped out before.

And now, amid the driver’s loud shouts, a crowd had already gathered.

“Fu Qian.”

Without hesitating, Fu Qian opened the door and got out, introducing himself with a smile and explaining his purpose.

“Is Chief Stan here?”

…

“I heard you were looking for me?”

Soon, he got what he wished for. Escorted by two officers, Fu Qian arrived at a somewhat cluttered office.

The middle-aged man he had met the day before was sitting there waiting for him.

Upon seeing Fu Qian enter, the man gestured for him to sit down, then asked with an expressionless face.

“Yes, I heard you were looking for me too.”

Fu Qian sat down without reservation, his approach straightforward.

“Check him for anything on his person.”

As soon as these words were spoken, Chief Stan’s expression visibly cooled.

Quickly, two officers swarmed up and searched Fu Qian from top to bottom again.

“No weapons or recording devices.”

After the check was completed, one of them reported matter-of-factly.

“You two, leave.”

Chief Stan had been watching their actions the whole time and finally seemed to relax a bit.

“So, is it the Warren Family that sent you here?”

Once the two officers had left, he stared coldly at Fu Qian and asked.

“I represent only myself.”

Well aware that Warren was the surname of the Daniel family, Fu Qian responded cryptically.