"I'm flattered, I'm flattered." Jiang Cheng waved a hand and smiled breezily.
Tang Qisheng didn't care about saving face anymore. What good was face when his life was at stake? He only regretted being so out of it that he'd forgotten about the killing god outside—the ruthless character who'd managed to kill the Night Watch Chairman.
"Mr. Tang, your benefactor has a favor to ask," Jiang Cheng said with a smile.
Tang Qisheng went straight to the blackboard and picked up a box of chalk, holding it in his hands. "There's no need to call it a favor, benefactor. Just tell me what you need. Besides, it's only a lecture on folk customs and feng shui, right? That's my specialty. I love giving lectures. Please, take a seat and make yourselves comfortable."
Jiang Cheng, the Fatty, Yao Shunyu, and Li Bai sat in the chairs below. Tang Qisheng might have been a shameless opportunist whose character was questionable, but he knew a great deal about feng shui and folk customs—at least more than Li Bai did. After several hours of lectures, Jiang Cheng had learned a lot. The Fatty went and found a notebook, then took notes with great care.
Whenever Tang Qisheng glossed over something, Zhu Jie would fill in the details for everyone. Before they knew it, night had fallen. Jiang Cheng had someone bring in a late-night meal, and they chatted as they ate, the atmosphere pleasant and relaxed.
When Tang Qisheng heard that the entire building he was staying in was full of Deep Red members, the despair on his face was plain to see. The Fatty reassured him, though, that as long as he didn't get lost and wander around at night, he probably wouldn't run into any of them—and that Deep Red members were