"We're here."
Not long after, the Greed War Chariot came to a sudden halt.
Ballard was the first to open the car door and coldly hurried people out.
It's unclear whether he also felt that awkwardness, having been speeding the whole way, almost wishing to arrive in an instant.
"Seems like no one's following. Aren't you worried I'll just run away once I get out?"
Fu Qian was in no hurry, asking with interest.
Stoss's move was truly brutal. Even now, the burning sensation on his body hadn't decreased, the pain persisted.
However, as a professional, Fu Qian made sure his smile was flawless.
"Also, are you sure we've really arrived?"
Fu Qian's skepticism wasn't unfounded. The place Ballard took him to meet the Prophet was neither the legendary majestic temple nor some dark abyss.
At first glance, it shockingly turned out to be an utterly ordinary apartment block, one of those with no more than ninety square meters of living space.
"I trust his judgment."
