Qin Fen's Invisible Persuasion Reached Mastery, a Grandmaster Struck

The most painful slap in the face was the invisible kind. The deadliest show-off was the invisible kind. And Chef Qin's invisible persuasion had reached mastery too—the most goddamn infuriating kind!

Qin Fen ate roast duck and drank duck soup as if nothing had happened. Little Bean wagged its tail eagerly. This way of eating was pretty good. Though the ingredients were poor, the taste was acceptable. It liked it.

"Thank you!" Dracula said it sincerely, from the bottom of his heart, overcome with emotion.

"You're welcome!" Qin Fen was a Red Scarf, after all. It was only right. After saying that, he ended the call and logged out of WeChat. Whenever someone did a good deed, they felt especially happy. It was real, fulfilling, and far more satisfying than showing off. Qin Fen liked that feeling, brimming with positive energy.

You're welcome? You were truly too polite. Look at that—this was a real god, filled with care and love!

Dracula's mind became utterly clear. It had to be that one. Though the language and manner of speaking were a little strange, it was understandable. Who was that being? The one true god, singular, unique, eternal and indestructible, with countless incarnations, elusive and unfathomable.

Kneeling on the ground, Dracula wept unceasing tears of blood as he gazed at the clear sky like a newborn child.

He reached out to touch the sunlight. At that moment, time seemed to freeze. Hearing his heartbeat, he dropped to his knees with a thud and wept bitterly. "After hundreds of years, I finally feel like I'm still human!" Dracula howled at the sky.

For his country, he had resolutely sold his soul to a demon, becoming an ageless, immortal being. He had traded his own suffering for power. Everyone knew he was the most