A certain special gas had been silently introduced into this room just now.
And it clearly carried a rather strong paralyzing effect, the kind that not even Transcendents could be immune to.
The reason for doing so was twofold: to limit my own ability to move, and to test the intensity of "Patch's" consciousness.
Fu Qian silently judged the situation as he watched the stunned man.
Unfortunately for them, such tactics were almost negligible for the current him.
If these people had been ruthless enough to pump in hydrogen sulfide, perhaps it could have had a greater impact on his mood.
But now, he could use this opportunity to further solidify his persona.
"So now the question comes, how should I address you?"
The short, stout man's expression became quite stiff upon realizing he had been played by Fu Qian.
However, Fu Qian didn't give him the chance to mentally prepare himself, sarcastically asking,
"Ulrich... Gaya Ulrich!"