There Really Was a Butterfly Effect-Something Big Happened!

Qin Fen slept soundly. This was the one advantage of being a single dog with no family to feed: no attachments, no ties, and no one pressing a foot into his stomach at night. So Qin Fen slept deeply, because he had gotten drunk.

Little Bean lay alone on the sofa watching TV. Though the Boonie Bears cartoon was dumb, at least it was full of animals, so it watched happily. As a highly intelligent myna, Meow-Meow perched on the computer and surfed the internet, browsing the latest entertainment gossip. That was right—who told it never to watch its tongue? This kind of messy information was exactly what it wanted.

Qin Fen was carefree and heartless, screwing people over wherever he went yet never suffering losses himself. But someone had suffered a huge loss today.

Lan Yibing was feeling troubled. Although he had survived the disaster and swindled Chef Qin out of a wild ginseng root, its value was practically trash compared to the talisman that had been bestowed upon him by Heaven.

This trap had not only left him injured and miserable, but his losses had been even worse. He had indeed escaped death, but damn it, there was no blessing afterward.

Lying in his hospital bed, tears welled in his eyes for the first time. Men did not cry easily, unless they had reached the depths of sorrow. And this was more than sorrow—this was like someone had poured salt into his wounds. A whole ton of it, nothing but pain.

Click. The hospital room door quietly opened, and two people entered, a man and a woman. The man was tall and powerfully built, wearing sunglasses. He was Old Gun Liu Jie, the man who handled dirty work for Lan Yibing—put bluntly, his personal thug. Today, this thug