After hearing him out, Wen Ning looked utterly exasperated. His hand froze in midair around his teacup and stayed there for a long time.
Did Golden Turtle really take being a deity this lightly?
One drinking session, a few stolen flowers, a couple of howls outside the Moon Palace, and his cushy lifetime job was gone? Hundreds of years of service, wiped out just like that?
He set down his teacup and rubbed his temples.
"Godfather, why exactly did you call me up here in such a hurry? Surely it wasn't just to tell me some Heavenly Court gossip?"
Wen Zhong smiled at him.
"You're going down there undercover."
Wen Ning froze.
Undercover.
The word circled through his mind.
Undercover. Like those characters in the movies who walk straight into the lion's den and get strung up and beaten if they make one wrong move?
That high-risk profession where you have to buddy up with the villains, and one slip that exposes your identity gets you carried out feetfirst?
"Godfather."
Wen Ning looked at Wen Zhong with complete seriousness.
"Am I really cut out for this? Look at my face. Anyone can tell I'm a good guy. Do I look like someone who could fit into the Black Sèhuì? How about..."
He paused, then continued without blushing or missing a beat.
"How about sending Lu Ming undercover instead?"
He said it with absolute conviction, without so much as a stutter.
Wen Zhong glanced at him, the corner of his mouth twitching.
"You certainly don't hold back."
"He's got nothing to do."
Wen Ning picked up his teacup and took a sip.
"Lu Ming's so quick-witted. Going undercover would be the perfect chance to play to his strengths. I can cover for him at the shop while he infiltrates them and