A story circulated within a certain circle of the Heavenly Court about Qin Fen: if you loved someone, take him to see Qin Fen, and he would be delighted; if you hated someone, take him to see Qin Fen, and he would suffer exquisitely. With a single thought, Hell; with a single thought, Heaven. Qin Fen was just that awesome. Everything lay in a single thought of his. One thought decided life and death, without the slightest mercy. Begging Heaven and weeping to the earth would be useless.
As the three met, a tall figure in the distance smiled. His name was Xu Lang. Lang did not mean frivolous, but drifting. He had lived a lonely life, mixed with the wrong crowd in his early years, then could no longer make a living back home and became a mercenary. In the end, he had actually made something of himself. After more than a decade of living by the blade, he needed something to believe in.
So he believed in someone. Because of his combat skills, he had been assigned to Benedict V's side to handle security. Originally, it would not have been an Easterner's turn this time, but he knew Chinese. And Benedict V's inexplicable trip was aimed at Qin Fen, so he had been personally appointed captain.
Holding binoculars and watching from afar, the tall figure cast a long shadow beneath the sun. Two men in black suits approached from behind. Without turning his head, Xu Lang said, "Is that him? I never expected us to end up in the same place again. Could this be Heavenly Will?"
"Boss, that's him. I'm sure of it. Otherwise, how could he have slipped in here? This makes things even easier. When it's time to make the exchange, we'll get out of