Facing an Ancient God for a Year - Chapter 2335 - 2330: Checklist (17)

Only when you truly understand what the other person wants can you genuinely provide help.

Referring to the conditions for containment this time, this is undoubtedly the core content of the operation.

And it must be said, the old man looks really different.

As the saying goes, a person nears death, their thoughts become unrestrained.

For someone who wields non-human powers, they might usually be cowed by the Night Watchman’s authority and not dare to act recklessly.

Now, when faced with death, such threats seem much weaker no matter how you look at it.

In such a situation, it’s not surprising to see them recklessly rushing to Lucy’s home instead of using Extraordinary Power only when necessary, even unfolding an R-rated scene right there.

In the end, without even using a gun, in a situation where he helped stabilize the situation, the old man didn’t even mind being knocked down by the door, he just sat for a while and then left.

From that moment, Fu Qian couldn’t help but marvel at this mindset.

So much so that when Cardon later proposed the “Reflection” idea, he immediately realized the opportunity for a test had come.

And the result was that the old man was really low-key.

“I don’t really understand what you mean.”

Even until now, it seems he’s still insisting.

Faced with Fu Qian’s overly direct question, after a long silence before speaking again, Cardon shook his head with complex emotions.

This isn’t the only bad news, as far as Fu Qian is concerned, it’s easy to observe that this man is simultaneously entering some sort of offensive posture.

From a Mid-level Extraordinary, the alert index is already rapidly climbing, ready to tear him to pieces at any moment.

“It doesn’t matter, you see he doesn’t understand either.”

In this scenario, Fu Qian smiled with astonishing ease, not insisting, and even shifting the topic back to the shop manager outside the door.

“Please come in, don’t be shy.”

Facing the person who almost shuddered, he waved with the gun barrel as an invitation again.

…

“I’m sorry… you can do whatever you want, just don’t kill me…”

With another reminder, the plaid-shirt manager seemed to finally realize something.

Even when faced with an abyss of despair, trembling as he was, he didn’t have the courage to flee but moved step by step into the shop.

While he pleaded, his gaze couldn’t help but fall on Cardon’s chest.

What clearly terrified him was not just the gun proven capable of killing, but also those who couldn’t be killed by a gun.

Fu Qian and the other’s previous conversation was not concealed, making it easy to understand that in front of him were not just ruthless thugs, but true Supermen.

“Don’t worry, he’s okay.”

Noticing the manager’s actions, Fu Qian naturally reassured him.

Although the bleeding hadn’t completely stopped, he was quite certain about this point.

On one hand, it was due to his understanding of Mid-level Extraordinary physiques, and on the other, specifically regarding Mr. Cardon Sr., Fu Qian believed that even a headshot shouldn’t kill him.

The reason is simple, if a headshot could kill, this gun would almost never have been handed to him.

“You’d better worry about yourself first.”

And after providing counseling, Fu Qian gave him a special reminder and stood up, pacing his way outside the counter.

Thud!

The moment the delicately carved gun barrel touched the back of the manager’s head, he knelt on the ground with a thud, unable to even voice a plea for mercy.

“What’s your name?”

Unfortunately, Fu Qian did not grant him the leniency to avoid answering, directly continuing to ask the question.

“Ray… Raymond…”

The fear of death still triumphed over fear itself. While breathing heavily like a bellows, the manager provided an answer.

“Very well, Raymond, you’re about to die.”

Even though this cooperation did not earn compassion, the thug with the gun casually stated his fate.

“Is there anything you want to do?”

Although he also gave an opportunity to speak some final Death Words.

…

Raymond’s brain was running even if he didn’t want it to.

The peculiarity of the concept of death lies in this; almost no one wants to face it, yet they can’t help but imagine it.

Even at this moment, not only was his mind working, but Cardon’s beside him was too.

Mainly because besides having coffee for alertness, for him, the questions posed by Fu Qian were obviously very easy to empathize with — as if they were directly asking him.

“Can’t remember? Or need to make a list?”

Though outwardly, Fu Qian remained focused on conversing with Raymond, expressing dissatisfaction with the latter’s silence.

“I…”

Unfortunately, even with this murderous intent helping, Raymond still looked like he found thinking difficult.

“Your attitude towards customers is not good.”

To this, Fu Qian refrained from continuing meaningless intimidation, instead, his voice was calm as he helped him recall past events.

“I’m sorry… truly sorry, back then I was just in a bad mood myself—”

The hint was specific to this extent, clearly sparking subtle memories immediately. While hastily apologizing, Raymond even tried to explain the previous obnoxious behavior.

“You don’t like your work?”

Fu Qian didn’t directly reject this apology.

“Yes… there’s nothing worse than this…”

Perhaps due to the extreme emotional turbulence, Raymond admitted Fu Qian’s statement while unleashing a breakthrough outburst.

“Indeed… your coffee is awful, so what do you want to do?”

With the interaction smoothing, Fu Qian seemed relieved, re-asking the prior question.

Hmm…

Regrettably, Raymond stalled once more.

“I, I don’t know… I can’t remember…”

And upon realizing his stalemate, he instantly quivered more violently.

…

That’s more like it.

Little did they know, for Fu Qian, this answer was more acknowledged.

In fact, a little more attentive observation would reveal that detesting one’s own life is common; people grow irritable, restive, even aggressive because of it.

And the fascinating part lies here: when you soak long enough in that aversion, being asked “what do you want” likewise becomes hard to answer.

So if Raymond could easily provide an answer, Fu Qian would instead doubt its authenticity.

Click!

Of course, that didn’t stop him from cocking the hammer in the next moment while Raymond, with his eyes shut tightly, had beads of sweat shaking off his face to the ground.

“It’s alright, people at this moment often need a little advice; want to hear my opinion?”

Yet Fu Qian didn’t pull the trigger, instead, his tone turned gentle.

“You are indeed doing lousy things, and doing them poorly too, thus making yourself awful to the extent of not finding anything worthwhile to do.”

And the forthcoming critique could be a tongue-twister, Raymond appeared slightly dizzy, almost forgetting to admit Fu Qian was right.

“But there’s still one thing you can do, buy the best pack of coffee beans and leave it there.”

Luckily, Fu Qian didn’t have the quirk of demanding applause when speaking, continuing to guide life.

“If one day some Bernard or Rosetta passes by, offer them a cup.”