Even if the God of Wealth was watching over him, he'd still have to buy a lottery ticket to win.
Sure, Ji Feng's guidance might have played a part in his coming here to drink in the middle of the night.
But Fu Qian had never planned to rely entirely on him and sit here waiting for the next hint.
And that brought him to the question: if he wanted to stir things up, what would be the best way to go about it?
As he thought it over, the title "Lord" came to mind with surprising ease.
So far, the man still seemed fairly innocent.
He might belong to the evil faction, but actions spoke louder than intentions—and he'd even been doing good deeds earlier.
Perhaps he'd received some kind of revelation from the Unseen Hill, prompting him to make such an unexpected change.
But in the entire Darkest Night plan, he seemed to be an even more peripheral figure than the Black Doctor.
Still, that didn't matter. If Fu Qian wanted to catch a core member of the criminal gang, wasn't Akasha right here?
In fact, the very complexity of the Lord's role made him perfect for stirring things up at this particular moment.
He didn't even have to show up in person. Just mentioning his title should be enough to get everyone on edge.
The Lord...
For example, even Akasha, with all her experience in Jianghu, seemed unable to figure out what Fu Qian was up to.
And the look she gave him—more meaningful than puzzled—seemed to confirm once again that the gang had been watching their every move.
Akasha wasn't surprised that he'd brought up the Lord; she was simply wondering what his motive was.
And she wasn't the only one. After finishing the dregs in