Good news: he wasn't an enemy.
Bad news: he was Ji Jue.
Tang Qian felt as though he'd been struck by lightning. He wanted to cry but had no tears—damn it, this was even worse than running into an enemy!
All he could say was that fate's ups and downs were truly impossible to predict. Sometimes, you'd be perfectly fine, eating pilaf and singing songs aboard an Empire train, when all of a sudden, you got Ji Jue'd!
After everyone had coincidentally changed their appearances in Central Earth, they had somehow ended up crammed into the same pit again. It was truly bizarre.
It was practically a horror story.
There was no way not to be scared.
You were working a daily-pay temp job beside the Empire Garrison Base when, for no reason at all, a notoriously insane Federation Artisan—and newly minted arms dealer—suddenly popped up in front of you, grinning happily at you. Anyone would be scared, okay?!
In that single second, Old Tang's thoughts raced so fast that he had nearly come up with the opening of his last words for when Ji Jue dragged him down with him: Born into The Horde, I am deeply sorry...
In that moment of stunned disbelief, the wrinkled old face before him had already taken on a distinctly respectful expression. Flowing like clouds and water, he served up a bowl of fruit. "Please enjoy, sir. Please enjoy, sir."
Smiling obsequiously and bowing, he backed away step by step, pushing his cart away.
But before leaving, he gave him a meaningful look.
Then he vanished from sight.
It made Old Tang's skin crawl... No matter what, running into that dogshit Ji Jue could only mean trouble!
He couldn't keep doing this shitty daily-pay job for the Empire!
On the surface, he still