"Does this guy really not know when he's beaten?"
After his failed mission, Ballard was once again stunned by the way Fu Qian's mind worked.
"You don't have much else to do anyway, sitting here waiting for the target to walk into the trap a second time is obviously a low probability, but it's still better than running around aimlessly, right?"
But Fu Qian's next question left him momentarily speechless.
Although he wanted to argue, he had to admit that the guy was not wrong.
Given the current circumstances, continuing this passive behavior was indeed foolish, but it truly was the only option.
Take the initiative, search the entire city?
If that method were effective, would this guy still be boasting here?
After a mental struggle, Ballard signaled the other Demigods to leave and slowly took his seat.
"So, Mr. Grim, what do you think is the purpose of maintaining order in a prison like this?"
