Mathematical Bliss (17)
It seemed that even in the City of Ultimate Bliss, justice still arrived late.
Without batting an eye, he had upended the natural order and left the audience time to brainstorm. Meanwhile, Fu Qian was focused on another issue—
He had barely returned from the inhuman cycle of reincarnation, and in less than half an hour, he'd committed another serious crime.
No matter how you looked at it, he seemed beyond redemption. Another round of the blind worm experience would be getting off easy.
Yet even now, after putting on the Human Skin Mask and becoming a suspected corpse desecrator, punishment still hadn't come.
It seemed quite possible that his crimes wouldn't be tallied until he died.
Without a doubt, that was good news too. It saved him a lot of effort and avoided more uncontrollable variables.
More importantly, it meant he wouldn't waste such a valuable resource as the Brotherhood.
Though it sounded as if the City of Ultimate Bliss's special service workers weren't in it for the money, but to save all living beings.
Still, if we couldn't even handle something like this, how could we make the Brotherhood's reputation shine?
Thanks to Fu Qian's handiwork, the layer of skin fit quite well. There was no sign of it slipping.
With this genuine expression that revealed nothing, Fu Qian had undoubtedly shown what the Brotherhood's true bearing looked like—though the process had been rather abrupt.
One second, he was a rebel being called to account; the next, he had taken it upon himself to revitalize the Brotherhood.
But with his very real "accomplishments" right there, combined with the enticing promises he'd dangled in the distance, it shouldn't be too difficult for everyone to think things through.
The process had been a little painful, though. Nothing