The Charm of That Seat

The sweeping kick stirred up a little wind, but Chameleon found nothing. Qin Fen, meanwhile, was thinking about what the other man had said. This Yan Bing seemed very familiar with the Sea-Calming Divine Pearl. Fine, the Luminous Pearl. Working backward from that, the answer was obvious: he must have one himself, or at least have seen one.

If he wanted to fuse the Sea-Calming Divine Pearls and complete the Three Thousand Lesser Worlds, he would have to work on this man. But Big Chef had no intention of taking the initiative. Waiting for his prey to come to him was much easier. He knew nothing about the man's background or whereabouts, so tracking him down would be difficult.

Chameleon was a little dumbfounded. Things seemed to have slipped beyond her expectations and were growing stranger by the moment. The voice just now hadn't been loud, but it had been perfectly clear. Where was the person?

Right beside her. Qin Fen was so close that he could have reached out and grabbed the melons beneath her leather jacket.

Seeing her startled expression, Qin Fen suddenly recalled a face. Wasn't she the sales assistant from that day? No wonder the skin on her neck and collarbones had looked slightly different in color. She had covered it with powder to make her disguise flawless.

What brilliant makeup skills! That meant the person chatting with him on WeChat and arranging a meeting probably hadn't been someone playing a prank. It had been this woman!

Well, well. Qin Fen automatically pieced everything together in his head, gradually finding a clear thread to follow.

Now he needed to set the bait. Not too much, not too little, but just enough to make the big fish behind her bite.

With that thought, Qin Fen quietly sat