Yes, something really had gone wrong. Scarface watched the distance warily. The guards seemed to have spotted traces on the third floor and were coming their way. He turned back anxiously. "Master Qin, hurry and leave. I have experience with this. I can't drag you into it! Keep the goods safe. I'll tell the boss when I get back that the delivery's done! Just vouch for me afterward."
Holy shit. Qin Fen felt thoroughly disgusted. Do I make a move or not? The whole point of making a move was to get the treasure, right? But when he looked down, fuck, it's already in my hands. He even delivered it to me himself. Qin Fen hadn't done a thing.
But damn it, why are you so sure I bought it-and paid for it, too? Is there any justice left in this world? I've heard of forcing people to buy or sell, but never forcing a gift on someone. Qin Fen was torn. His luck really was awful today, running into something this ridiculous.
Is this bastard testing me? Qin Fen smiled scornfully, because Scarface had already drawn a handgun. If I turn and run, will he shoot me in the back? Sometimes you shouldn't overcomplicate simple things.
But he couldn't help overcomplicating it. As the old saying went, you could never know what was in someone's heart. Qin Fen had never thought he and Scarface shared such a deep bond. Everything the man was saying sounded so fake. Can't you put a little more skill into your bullshit? The chef didn't believe him and instead began to hesitate. Do I make a move or not? He's probably trying to lower my guard. Most people would follow that logic, and Qin Fen was no exception.
Qin Fen couldn't be blamed for