"heard you ran into some trouble again?"
Chen Xingzhou asked from the other end of the phone, as if joking.
"Yeah." Ji Jue nodded. "It suddenly feels like a lot of people want me dead lately. Any ideas?"
"Don't underestimate your popularity, 'Mister Ji.' Haven't there always been plenty of people who wanted you dead?"
Chen Xingzhou laughed with unconcealed glee, like some unlucky bastard stuck in a mud pit watching another companion who had just fallen in:
"Sometimes, once you climb high enough, Even if you do nothing, just breathing becomes an original sin... let alone someone like you, who likes to 'make things happen.'"
Ji Jue rolled his eyes. Why not just say I like stirring shit up?
After their unusual exchange of pleasantries, Chen Xingzhou asked, "Got any suspects?"
"Hmm, let me see..."
Ji Jue pondered for a moment, then answered with resounding certainty, "The Evil Transformation Cult!"
Chen Xingzhou fell silent on the other end of the line, seemingly at a loss for words. Had the bastard paused for so long because he was thinking, or because he was holding back laughter? Hard to say!
Was it really okay to pin that shit on them so bluntly?
Brother, your established methods and approach were getting a little too bizarre.
Of course, Ji Jue did not expect Chen Xingzhou to find any common ground with him on that front. He simply asked, "Besides that, I'm a little curious about some recent developments at Wild Bazaar... Everyone's all fired up. Are they getting ready for a festival or something?
How come I don't know about anything this good?"
Chen Xingzhou remained silent, for even longer than before.
After a long while, a soft sigh spoke from the heart. "It's truly Wild Bazaar's loss that you didn't join White