Xu Lang's smile vanished in an instant, and his heart sank as well. He had not expected the person making contact to be approaching Benedict V too. Fortunately, he had acted early. If the other party had the same idea as him, he might end up drawing water with a bamboo basket.
"Master Qin, please come in!"
Xu Lang led the two of them into the side hall. Benedict V's complexion had improved considerably by now. A simple bowl of oatmeal porridge sat before him, while Qin Fen and the others had a far more lavish breakfast.
"Qin, you're here. Come, sit down and have something with me!" Benedict V happily greeted Big Chef.
Big Chef felt a little embarrassed, and Female Hooligan was somewhat reserved as well. After all, Benedict V was no ordinary person. His influence rivaled that of the President of the United States. "Then we'll gladly accept," Qin Fen said with a shrug.
"It's fine. Eating breakfast alone is terribly boring. Oh, and last time we talked about the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse, we didn't get to finish. That was rather disappointing. Shall we continue today?" Benedict V was bored stiff eating alone.
"Sure!" Qin Fen also wanted to know more about this. The appearance of Revelation was definitely no ordinary matter!
"Then let's eat and talk. Sun, come join us too!" Benedict V took a spoonful of porridge. "Some say the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse are servants of the devil, while others say they are Death's assistants. But in my view, they are messengers responsible for maintaining the world's balance. Their appearance brings war, famine, plague, and death. They are somewhat like India's demon gods—the Asura!"
Asura? "Headless Horsemen!" Qin Fen froze, seemingly recalling something, yet he did not dare be certain. But