The driver who was taking Fang Cheng out of Hokkaido wasn't the black cat Tsukikage Qin he knew fairly well, but a little fox named Tsukikage Kari.
A man and a woman alone in a car together—Tsukikage Kari was extremely nervous.
Her sister had told her that the gentleman in the back was a lecher. He might flirt with her or even get handsy along the way, and if that happened, she had to remember to escape.
So Tsukikage Kari hadn't locked the car doors, ready to jump out and run at any moment.
But to her surprise, Fang Cheng only chatted with her for a few minutes before quieting down and getting on with his own business.
He wasn't some human jackhammer who had to hit on every pretty girl he saw.
He'd already met two fox spirits, and once the novelty wore off, he had no interest in the others.
Lately, he'd been busy trying to fuse a pair of utterly useless trash abilities, hoping to turn junk into something valuable.
But it turned out he'd been expecting too much. Junk combined with junk only made more junk.
A pile of trash abilities fused together was still trash.
Two of the abilities that came out of it were rather unusual, though. One was called Lust Fire. Its name was blunt to a fault, and it could put a target into a state of burning desire, robbing them of their calm and composure.
The other ability was called Lubrication. It could make a sticky, slippery liquid appear in a certain place. If used suddenly in battle, it could make an enemy's feet slip.
After seeing these two abilities, Fang Cheng was speechless for a long time. They were pushing him down the road to crime.
He shook his head