"Indeed, lies often win more hearts than the truth."
Even when the truth itself is simply misunderstood as a lie.
Leading the way, Fu Qian began a different kind of reflection on life.
The carriage, filled with two Demigod Envoys, followed several dozen meters behind him.
Of course, Aike and the Demigod Puppet accompanied Fu Qian closely on both sides, not giving him any chance to escape midway.
Fu Qian did not express any opinion on such a posture.
Losing one prey was one thing; he knew far too much.
The Hunting Squad would never allow him to easily slip away and help them in their propaganda.
In fact, Fu Qian was quite content with the current situation.
Although the exchange just now involved quick-witted tactics, it actually took only a few minutes.
And a fight that seemed inevitable ended with such high efficiency, turning weapons into gifts of peace and even gaining a few goons.
That was the charm of a gentleman who preferred words over action!
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