Who Do You Say That Finger Belonged To?

"They were ours to begin with, too." Cheng Shi sighed. He was just about to say, "Forget it, let's leave it at that," when Qin Xin beat him to it and said:

"Deal! I look forward to working with you!"

When the founder of the Fire Keepers heard that the other side wanted to protect the shantytown district, he had already been tempted. Now that Cheng Shi still refused to yield, he directly agreed to the cooperation first.

Cheng Shi was slightly stunned. He wasn't surprised by the result, but he hadn't expected the one who had initially played the bad cop to suddenly become the good cop, while he, the good cop, had somehow been "whitewashed"...

Fine. It wasn't as if he had a good reputation anyway.

Cheng Shi chuckled, then looked at Qin Xin with amusement and teased:

"What, did 'protecting the beautiful' trigger some keyword?"

It had been a harmless jab, but for some reason, Qin Xin's expression instantly stiffened when he heard it. A trace of imperceptible shock flashed through his eyes, but before anyone noticed, he lowered his gaze and concealed it. Then he raised his head again, smiled, and nodded.

"Life isn't easy for anyone in this world. It's rare to meet someone who considers others, so I softened for a moment. My apologies."

Cheng Shi didn't actually think Xilolin was considering the "people" in the shantytown district. Whether viewed from the Brotherhood of Extreme Desire's doctrine or from Filth and Decay's desires, what she was doing seemed more like protecting her own faith and putting her devotion into practice.

So rather than saying that Xilolin was "protecting the beautiful," it would be more accurate to say that she was simply devout.

But there was no point arguing over such things. The Fire Keepers