Chapter 2803: Chapter 2798: 13 Days’ Talk (55)

This is what I call a perfect three-person act, and that’s why you should never underestimate professionals.

The entire process took less than ten seconds, with twists and turns, back and forth, enough to twist an ankle.

Yet, as the instigator, Fu Qian felt no dissatisfaction, gladly seeing this outcome.

Leading the audience isn’t merely talk; if you don’t have this level of scope, how dare you set the pace?

In fact, in his opinion, Servis’s performance was quite commendable.

Playing dumb along the way, seeming completely passive, yet every interaction was calculated.

Not only being confident to invite the precursor in, but even the method of invitation was to have him observe the discussion about this matter.

At first glance, it seemed overly risky, but on deeper reflection, it was undeniably one of the most effective methods.

How else to coax the precursor into appearing?

Knowing for the parties involved, it’s quite clear this isn’t a good feast; the people inside are poised, waiting.

To reduce resistance to this situation, honesty is key.

Directly revealing the conspiracy, laying the two-against-one scenario out in the open.

This is not just the difference between a hypocrite and a true villain; knowing the truth burst forth, the intruder became a pawn too.

Will they feel displeased, develop other thoughts? Will the prior agreements still hold?

Under this shock, these things quickly become unreliable.

Not to mention, the intruder’s real intentions remain unclear.

Thus, the single-handed precursor theoretically had the chance of pulling chestnuts from the fire.

All things considered, this scope isn’t faulty.

If you want others to unfairly compete with you, it’s fine; clearly telling them the unfairness is also fine, at least you need to let them see a chance to win.

In summation, the chaotic era has begun.

"It’s a pity there’s no tea, please come in."

Feeling the subtle atmosphere, Fu Qian did not show favoritism, extending the same invitation to the precursor.

...

The style of the chief physician’s office is simple, so there’s not even a third chair.

Yet for the last person entering the office, this wasn’t necessarily a bad thing.

No only did their appearance stand out, but their walking posture was unique.

The air was silent for two breaths; faced with Fu Qian’s enthusiastic invitation, eventually that figure moved.

Their upper body barely swaying, the precursor walked in a straight line and finally leaned against the examination bed by the wall.

Ultimately in the tripartite stance, the position of the chief physician seemed awkward, vaguely besieged on both sides.

"It’s quite difficult getting you in here once."

He himself appeared rather relaxed, watching the precursor’s movements; once they stopped, he remarked.

"This time it wasn’t you who invited me in, it was Mr. Fu."

Unfortunately, the precursor wasn’t impressed, coldly correcting him.

No mistake there; Fu Qian had spoken earlier, with no issues in the literal meaning.

"Thank you for granting me face and for the earlier reminder, which was very accurate in my view."

The guest being so gracious, Fu Qian was deeply comforted, immediately picking up the thread of conversation.

While speaking, he even reached into his pocket, placing two notes on the table, praising the precursor’s professional ability.

...

Doesn’t it seem a bit inconsistent with what was agreed upon?

With just one encounter, the situation began to become enigmatic.

The other two were fine; the main issue undoubtedly lay with Fu Qian.

The initial agreement with the chief physician was to collectively deny the precursor’s "Master of Prophecy" fantasy, helping him see reality.

Yet, the columnist began praising such mystical nonsense and even claimed to have greatly benefited from it?

"I have always been curious; if one were to directly pass through the thorn fence to leave, what kind of trap lies ahead?"

Yet, amid the subtle atmosphere, Fu Qian continued; pointing at the second sentence of the first note, he wondered about the misfortune the Master foresaw for him.

"A trap that can be understood is no longer a trap... I only know it is dangerous, very dangerous."

Apparently, not expecting Fu Qian’s interest in this, the precursor pondered for a moment before answering.

As for the answer itself, it was brilliant, saying nothing yet perfectly consistent with the image of the Master of Prophecy.

Knowing it’s extremely dangerous, yet not knowing in what manner?

Fu Qian listened, marveling, seemingly experiencing the profoundly mysterious realm spoken of in legend.

"So what kind of trap will it be?"

Of course, for him, mysticism and science have never been contradictory.

With a slight nod, Fu Qian already turned to Servis, posing the same question.

"My people will be there; chasing you until you have no choice but to hide."

In contrast, such professionalism came from elsewhere.

Servis hesitated not, providing a clear answer, even while speaking, his gaze fell upon the last sentence on the note.

[...try to first hide within the sanatorium]

...

Indeed, the tools were not only the precursor’s but the chief physician’s as well.

The former wanted to use himself in opposition, and the latter aimed to completely suppress him?

When Servis signaled with his gaze, Fu Qian was also observing the same content.

Servis’s intention was clear; not only perfectly explaining the precursor’s so-called prophecy was all his cooperation but also not hiding his stance in this regard—he wouldn’t let him leave easily either.

But rather, through operations, achieving the same effect as described in the precursor’s prophecy.

Every crisis is an opportunity for crisis management; in one engagement after another, crushing the precursor’s will for opposition was originally Servis’s therapeutic plan.

"Understood, it seems I have no other choices."

With this in mind, Fu Qian didn’t confirm item by item, but rather sighed deeply the next moment, handing a pen in the precursor’s direction.

"No need for formality, please feel free to express your opinions."

...

Is it a bit too blatant?

First conspiring openly, now setting an open trap.

Fu Qian’s excessively bold behavior undoubtedly brought some impact.

While the precursor and the other stared in silence, Fu Qian’s actions were firm.

Not even intending to persuade more, following the agenda closely, he directly announced the meeting proceeding to the next phase.

Heh... heh heh...

Luckily, it was gratifying to see, the target of the setup displayed surprising composure.

At a certain moment, not only did a laugh escape the precursor’s mouth, but he truly stepped forward, accepting the pen from Fu Qian’s hand.

"So, what do you suggest I express my opinion on?"

Gesturing to the Truth Note twice, he did not feign ignorance but continued consulting Fu Qian’s suggestion.

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