Liang Kun got up at five every morning.
First, he gave the shop a thorough cleaning, mopping the floors and disinfecting the washing stations, dog cages, cat cages, grooming tables, treatment tables, and dryers.
Then he began airing the place out.
While the windows were open, he cleaned up the droppings and fur the animals had left behind.
He checked the dog food, treats, toys, cat litter, and deworming medicine, noted what needed restocking, and straightened the shelves.
After that, he could rest for a little while.
Usually, he liked to go out for a walk at this hour.
Sometimes he took a few cats and dogs with him.
Sometimes he walked the streets alone. With fewer people around, he could think properly about how to defeat Lu Feiming and regain his freedom.
But freedom left him uncertain.
Life was actually quite comfortable now. Without realizing it, he had grown used to it.
If he left Lu Feiming and happened to run into an Ancient God, would he even survive?
To an Ancient God, he was the perfect energy supplement.
Sometimes,
he could sense a gaze that seemed to be there and yet not there.
If Lu Feiming had not been nearby—
who knew what would have become of him?
Perhaps that was life's greatest contradiction.
Liang Kun sighed, took out a cigarette, lit it, and drew deeply on it.
He had picked up the habit from Xu Yuan and Lu Feiming.
...I'm already being influenced by them. My habits are gradually becoming more like theirs.
"Morning, Brother Kun!"
A young man passing by greeted him with a smile.
"Why are you up so early?" Liang Kun asked.
"Making deliveries, Brother Kun. Gotta go." The young man hurried off.
Liang Kun watched him go and kept smoking.
—The truth was,