At this moment, things were finally starting to look a bit clearer.
No matter how abstract and bizarre it all looked on the surface, no matter how insane the power behind it was, in the end it still boiled down to a super-criminal conspiracy.
If both the Words and the Door were the handiwork of the Black Doctor, then the trolling malice behind it felt like it was about to overflow.
Fu Qian, however, had no intention of passing moral judgment; instead he started asking after another old friend of his, Ah Wei.
According to the usual setup, the biggest perk of super-criminals was that they had great intel and connections in every shady circle.
That old friend who, in theory, should have visited this place long ago but had completely vanished—His Excellency the Black Doctor was maybe a bit more likely to know something about him than Crystal?
"I'm one of the outsiders."
