After drinking freely at the Pearl Shadow Club all morning, Yu Lian, drunk on his sudden fortune, could no longer hold himself back. He insisted on dragging Lin Qi to the commercial district to buy a proper haul of goods. For a fallen noble and low-ranking official like Yu Lian, suddenly coming into a fortune worth tens of millions—if he didn't squander a hefty sum, he would be letting down Heaven and Earth above, himself below, and the Gallic Empire in between!
Lin Qi knew Yu Lian's temperament well. Helpless, he could only follow Yu Lian out of the Pearl Shadow Club.
In a small alley near Victory Palace, Lin Qi transformed himself before Yu Lian's very eyes, changing from Wan En, the wine merchant, into a hulking, coarse-featured, vicious-looking thug.
Dressed in rough cloth, with both sleeves rolled up to expose thick arms corded with veins and knotted muscle, a narrow, single-edged sword hanging at his waist, Lin Qi grinned proudly at the dumbfounded Yu Lian. "Now I'm the bodyguard you just hired. Heh, heh heh! What do you think? With a skill like this, who could possibly track me down?"
Yu Lian's eyes went round as saucers. Staring at Lin Qi in delighted amazement, he lowered his voice and roared excitedly, "My god, Boss, how did you do that? You completely turned from one person into another? And so quickly? Then... can you turn into our great Emperor? God, I know His Majesty has several mistresses outside the palace. If I could become him, then..."
Lin Qi's face darkened at once. He suddenly remembered the trouble Alda had caused him while posing as Dragon Mountain Count. Snorting two heavy streams of air through his nostrils, Lin Qi said in a muffled voice, "A skill like this has to