Damn, that "Qin Fen" had been shouted with heartfelt sincerity and perfect fluency. His face was brimming with postmodern joy—or, more plainly, his smile was ridiculously exaggerated. He was a true master of expressions, and his movements were crisp and decisive, perfectly conveying: Today, us ordinary folks are really happy.
What was happiness? At this moment, Qin Fen could tell you: he had finally found Pangu, a laid-off worker, a career that could give him a second spring. That was happiness, because Baby would never have to worry about dying again.
With a whoosh, Qin Fen's figure vanished strangely from the room. Having seen it once before, Meow-Meow stared fixedly at where Qin Fen had been. "Is he going out to harm people again?"
Little Bean nodded in deep agreement, widened his eyes, stuck out his tongue, and made a dumbass face, as if saying, "I just wonder which unlucky bastard is going to get hit this time?"
Nian shook his head speechlessly. Taking treasures out to harm people—what a waste!
Creak, creak, creak. As soon as Qin Fen left, the overhead light seemed to flicker, as though the voltage had become unstable. But Meow-Meow did not see it that way. Its little paws scratched at its body as it said mournfully, "Looks like he screwed someone over pretty badly this time!"
Little Bean nodded solemnly. The three little creatures had long understood Qin Fen's heaven-given talent and peerless ultimate technique: screwing people over! Endlessly screwing people over! One phrase—divine powers could not overcome fate—and countless heroes would bow their heads.
In any case, Qin Fen had never screwed over nobodies. Even Saints had fallen for it more than once or twice. The path of the God of Schemes was littered with the corpses of innocent bystanders.
With a swish,