The next day, Qin Fen called up the others and boarded the special train. He had to marvel at the influence Grant, a royal prince, wielded in Europe. He had status and money; with money came the freedom to be extravagant. This special train was even flashier than a private jet. The moment Big Chef stepped inside, he was stunned senseless, looking around like some poor nobody. The decorations were all damn antiques. How much of an idiot did you have to be to do that?
He even had the urge to pry the gems off the walls, frightening Grant's butler so badly he nearly pissed himself.
The journey passed quickly, and a day vanished in the blink of an eye. After traveling nonstop for the past two days, everyone was exhausted. The moment they arrived at the estate, Big Chef collapsed into bed and fell asleep. He still had not recovered from the past few days; the drain on him had been extraordinary. There was just one problem: his recovery seemed to be unusually slow this time.
He did not know that slow was only natural. Xi and Sui had already been wrecked into eggs by him, and he still wanted to use them? Could anyone live like that?
He walked quietly, followed by two men in black suits. Another special train also slipped quietly into Switzerland, and an elderly man of great status checked into the estate that night. At the same time, poor Y was drifting across the ocean, all his belongings confiscated. Whether he would ever set foot on United States soil again was a very big question.
Qin Fen had been busy these past two days and had not paid attention to Heavenly Court. Early that morning, he slipped out of his room alone. The