There's a saying, "A wise man submits to circumstances."
At a glance, it's obvious that Brother Hao Ke is skilled both in literature and martial arts, fully embodying these qualities.
So, just one second after he struggled to respond, Fu Qian casually let go of him, without doubting his moment of enlightenment.
"According to what you said, this setup targets a specific individual?"
After finding a fortunate chair that wasn't affected, Fu Qian surveyed the place he had just sat, and asked expressionlessly.
At this moment, it was already a hideous hole, surrounded by scattered shiny metallic fragments, with even a chill emanating from the darkness.
The change just now was simple; Brother Hao Ke pretended to search for something on his body to attract attention, secretly opening a switch.
A pile of things, along with himself, was thrown into a trap that had been long prepared.
