Even if death hung over his head, Qin Fen raised his hand and tapped down. He had Merit protecting his body, along with vast Fortune. In the world of novels, that was an invincible cheat. Could he really not withstand a missing organ? Even if it was incomplete, he could just get some immortal items from the Heavenly Court later and eat them to KO it. Chef Qin felt no pressure at all.
Dingdong. As the progress bar finished, a deep blue light shot into his palm. The year trembled violently, then fell silent.
Qin Fen stared out the window, while countless changes had already unfolded in his mind. Endless information gathered like code, forming curtains of water within his consciousness. Blue droplets containing vast amounts of information continuously converged into a sphere of water, which burst with a bang and scattered through the chef's mind.
When he touched his nose, it felt a little cold. "Damn, I've got a nosebleed. That's way too much information!" Qin Fen looked awful. It seemed that developing his body needed to be put on the agenda as well. It simply was not enough to handle this.
As he slowly digested the information, Qin Fen smiled. He still had 23,000 Merit left, so there was no rush for now!
Taking out his phone, Qin Fen lay down on the bed and drifted into a deep sleep.
In a house on the outskirts, the shadowy figure, wearing nothing but shorts, had been tied up tightly and had a hood placed over his head.
Old Gun stood to one side with his phone, making a call. "Boss, Qin Fen isn't here. Something came up. I ran into someone else, probably one of his people, so I brought him home tied up!"
"Then question him!" Lan Yibing