Lan Yibing's heart felt heavy. He shot Little Fatty a vicious glare and steeled himself. "You don't need to call the police. I've already called 110!"
Little Fatty froze. "What a good man!"
Lan Yibing gave a savage grin. That's right, I called the cops. I know they can't do anything to you or threaten your life, but you definitely won't dare show yourself. Once you disappear, I'll throw away the oil lamp! Lan Yibing wasn't an idiot. He had noticed something odd: this god was nowhere near as powerful as he'd imagined. At the very least, he couldn't simply conjure up money.
Instead, he had to swindle it out of him. Did that mean gods were subject to restrictions in this familiar world? The answer was yes. The clever antiquities dealer immediately hit upon the key point. He wasn't stupid. If he were, he could never have built such a large business.
While he wrestled with his dilemma, Chef Qin, who had driven to the wholesale market near the logistics park, was wrestling with one of his own. The complex was huge, offering snacks, clothing, everyday goods, and even plenty of legendary items.
After parking in the underground garage, Big Chef wandered around for a while before suddenly stopping. A few yards ahead stood a shop. Never mind its name-the window display had unexpectedly caught his attention. Big Chef was torn, because there were several rather impressive mannequins in the window.
How impressive? All he could say was that they looked smooth to the touch and exquisitely made. They were a little short, but that didn't detract from how well they showed off the clothes they wore, because these mannequins were unbelievably lifelike. Full-silicone, hyperrealistic dolls-holy shit!
Qin Fen used to be a loser with no house, no car,