280: Bottled Prisoner (Four)_1
There’s nothing exciting to watch anymore.
Seeing the redhead’s frenzied departure from the hall, Fu Qian finally stood up from his seat,
The two girls seemed to have taken a route that let others draw the fire, and it was clear that the wartime allies dared not lay a hand on him.
Staying here any longer was pointless.
Under everyone’s watchful eyes, Fu Qian left without looking back.
…
This sleeping chamber of the Goddess of Sin and Punishment looks quite shabby!
Stepping outside, Fu Qian surveyed his surroundings and couldn’t help but sigh with genuine feeling.
The hall he had just been in was indeed part of a grand construction, a pity that now it lay mostly in ruins, broken and dilapidated.
Only from the vague silhouettes of high walls and pointed rooftops could one faintly imagine its former glory.
Looking further afield, there were continuous ruins to be seen, walls broken and columns shattered, all eerie and decaying.
More importantly, above his head, there wasn’t a patch of sky to be seen—could this place be underground?
No wonder there was no worry about prisoners just quitting the game and running off.
It’s likely that the exit had been sealed off layer by layer after the game started.
At this moment, the surroundings were vast and empty, with all structures shrouded in an indescribable quiet and ghostly glow.
The prisoners who had come out earlier were nowhere to be seen.
This didn’t come as a surprise, considering the vastness of the space; finding a place to hide wouldn’t be difficult.
“Hello.”
As Fu Qian was looking around, a cheerful call came from behind him.
Turning around, it was the girl in the white dress who had followed him out, now standing at a distance that wouldn’t seem threatening, smiling charmingly in greeting.
Her companion, the young man with a cold face, was still at her side, staring intently at him.
“Hello there.”
As a polite person, Fu Qian amiably responded.
“I hope I don’t intrude, but may I ask how to address you?”
The girl performed an impeccable curtsy.
“Just call me Mr. Fu.”
Fu Qian continued in his cultured and amiable manner.
“Alright, Mr. Fu, I’m Ailina, and this is Cross.”
The girl in the white dress introduced herself politely and then gestured to her companion.
“Pleased to meet you.”
She actually made this deathmatch seem like a cultural salon—quite interesting.
Fu Qian looked at the pair with curiosity.
Wondering how they resolved their conflicts, as in theory, it should be a life-and-death situation between the two of them.
“Good evening to you both.”
If what William said about the banquet ending was true, then it was undoubtedly evening now.
Yet Cross, whom Ailina had introduced, didn’t share her gracefulness. Apparently annoyed by Fu Qian’s scrutiny, he just turned his head and snorted, not even bothering to greet him.
“May I know why you’ve sought me out?”
Fu Qian wasn’t bothered by this.
“Well, it’s like this,”
Ailina chuckled, covering her mouth.
“I was wondering if you’d be interested in joining forces with us?”
“Join forces?”
Fu Qian looked curiously at her, then pointed toward the direction of the hall.
“If you’re looking for strength in numbers, I remember there being quite a large group inside?”
“But being many doesn’t necessarily mean being strong.”
Ailina shook her head upon hearing this.
“That’s just a motley crew, a flock of sheep huddling together for warmth.”
“They might barely unite against a common threat now, but it would only take a small mishap for them to fall apart instantly.”
“I do agree with that.”