As if entering an unattended realm, proceeding straight into an occupied room.
Using Blood Conquest, Fu Qian's goal in traversing the Other-Dimension was straightforward: the only familiar presence in the entire building—his Number One Client, Claire, who had just found her husband missing.
Tommy and his companion were not present, likely because after a simple visit, the matter was handed over to the Night Watchman with exceptional efficiency, allowing them to leave smoothly.
This wasn't a bad thing; it meant they probably hadn't been to that special room yet.
"Another drink?"
In the dim light, Fu Qian, who had lifted the Blood Conquest, sat down on a round-backed chair, grabbed a bottle of wine on the table, and greeted his opposite.
But this abrupt voice clearly startled the haggard housewife.
Claire, with her brows furrowed, had a touch more flush in her cheeks compared to their earlier meeting, and there was a bit more alcohol in her breath.
