“What on earth is going on?”
Following beside, Yuan Shan was undoubtedly confused.
Unfortunately, her teacher at this moment looked somewhat vacant, as if still caught in the moment when those chips disappeared, filled with a sense of loss.
“Please thank Midas for me.”
Fu Qian was also looking for trouble. Facing Yuan Shan’s curious gaze, he seemed to remember something, took out his phone from his pocket, and threw it to Ross nearby.
This person, who had followed all along, had always looked a bit peculiar, and seemed familiar with Henry.
Of course, as he caught the phone Fu Qian tossed, his expression became even stranger.
“Didn’t you just… thank me already?”
He blinked and asked the next moment.
“Yes, but I am worried it won’t be conveyed properly, wishing you luck on your mission.”
Fu Qian smiled in response, said no more, and then departed.
…
“Wasn’t that Midas earlier?”
Forced to walk a few steps, Yuan Shan suddenly realized something and could not help but whisper lowly.
This was truly unexpected, but she clearly remembered what Fu Qian just said—worried about not being conveyed.
That meant he believed the person guiding him along the way was not Midas himself.
Considering Ross’s reaction, the speculation seemed to be true.
How could this be, how did he know about this?
“It shouldn’t be, right?”
Fu Qian looked at Old Master Henry, seeing that he was still somewhat absent, even offering comfort.
“It’s alright, I asked for opinions, and I’m not someone who shirks responsibility easily.”
Humph!
Old Master Henry finally snapped back to reality a bit.
“You’re right, that wasn’t Midas.”
“But you said it was okay.”
Knowing her teacher’s temperament well, Yuan Shan of course realized that although he looked upset, his intent to kill had apparently vanished.
Though still puzzled, she felt somewhat relieved.
The most direct expression was that her tone became quite rude.
After all, the experience tonight was not very pleasant.
“It’s okay not because of that phone call, but because of that stack of chips.”
“Mr. Fang wasn’t resting to keep a low profile, he was specifically waiting for me.”
Henry shook his head and sighed.
“Whether it’s Midas speaking or not isn’t important, having such unreasonable luck is.”
“Now I’m curious, how did you know so much?”
“Maybe because I’m a cultural worker,”
Even facing a scrutiny from a Second Phase, Fu Qian still nonchalantly made up stories.
“Of course, I wasn’t so sure at the beginning, after going around with the question of why you wanted me to do this, I then vaguely had a guess.”
“If there’s a deep connection with the Prism of Radiant Transformation, like you, I wouldn’t be able to meet Midas, right?”
“Hmm… indeed, it’s indeed time for me to fulfill my promise.”
This question made Henry silent for a few seconds, finally showing understanding.
“Right, if you’re like me, contaminated by that name, then Midas will never appear before you.”
Contamination, Old Master Henry sure dared to say it!
Henry’s answer made Fu Qian’s heart stir, recalling that fat cat.
“What on earth is happening?”
On the side, Yuan Shan was already freaking out.
“I can somewhat imagine your posture when handling this incident in Shangjing.”
Henry looked at his student, his gaze filled with contempt.
“Let Mr. Fang tell you, after all, his performance tonight was truly spectacular, I need to organize my words.”
“And I think you are probably used to it.”
…