"Wow, it really is you. What a coincidence, Uncle Yan." Lin Li was a little pleasantly surprised.
The world was vast and full of wonders, with far too many miraculous coincidences.
For instance, Bai Bufan had once discovered a coincidence that astonished him: his father and mother had actually gotten married on the same day. They were truly meant to be.
And clearly, from a legal standpoint, Bai's Father and Bai's Mother were still direct blood relatives within zero degrees, whose marriage was absolutely prohibited. Yet somehow, they had pulled it off. Who knew how they had evaded legal punishment?
And they had been pretty lucky, too.
After all, inbreeding made it very easy to produce intellectually disabled or deformed children, yet their son had turned out perfectly fine.
When Bai Bufan shared this secret with Lin Li, Lin Li felt that the people before them had truly been wise. Laws existed for a reason.
Close relatives really could not get married.
Look at the kind of thing they could fucking produce.
At that moment, Yan Aosong opened his eyes, closed them, opened them, closed them... over and over again, yet he still could not believe what he was seeing.
Why? Why the hell was this happening?
What sort of scene lay before him—
The standing victim, Lin Li, wore a smile, while the robber lying on the ground looked utterly miserable.
Everything before Yan Aosong gave him an extremely intense sense of déjà vu.
It felt like... he had gone through this an hour ago.
No, it did not fucking feel like it. He had gone through this!
The only difference between now and then was that Lin Li seemed to have taken his advice to heart. He was no longer holding Yan Aosong's telescopic baton, but a brick