From the time Fang Zheng made the call until now, barely half a day had passed. The Death God Elementary School Student truly lived up to his reputation—an essential companion for home life, travel, murder, and silencing witnesses. Fast, punctual, and utterly reliable. When someone was meant to die, they died. More importantly, it was free...
It was so satisfying to use.
Anyway, he hadn't killed anyone himself. What did it have to do with him?
Of course, it had nothing to do with him.
Fang Zheng comforted Yoko for a few moments, then hung up. He sent Akemi a text telling her to prepare for the acquisition of NBS Television Station. Only then did he put away his phone in satisfaction and continue watching Ran and Sonoko pick out swimsuits.
Perhaps because Fang Zheng was nearby, Ran spent a long time choosing before finally settling on a relatively conservative one-piece swimsuit. Sonoko, on the other hand, kept making increasingly outrageous choices, always trying to make some big splash. Fang Zheng had to admit that Sonoko's taste in swimsuits was on par with Kuroko's. Whether they looked good or not was beside the point—they were definitely bizarre enough.
Actually, Fang Zheng could understand Sonoko's thinking quite well. He had a similar quirk himself. When Fang Zheng bought a car, the price didn't matter; what mattered was that it had to look distinctive. He had never cared for that so-called low-key luxury. What was the point of being low-key? Others would just assume you'd spent tens of millions on a black, oversized Santana. Other than secretly feeling pleased with yourself, what was the benefit?
So, the price of a car wasn't important. Standing out from the crowd was what made you conspicuous. A camper van worth a few hundred thousand would