"You haven't killed anyone? That's more like it."
Zhou Fan was quite pleased with Duan Fei.
He had only just considered whether he would still let Duan Fei join the organization if he had killed a lot of people.
Duan Fei's ability was certainly good, though his personality was a little strange.
But as long as he wasn't some lunatic who killed indiscriminately for no reason, he still had his merits.
If he was a madman who killed people for no reason just to offer sacrifices to Jashin, with plenty of blood already on his hands, Zhou Fan might give up on him.
He valued Duan Fei's ability, but he also had certain standards for his character.
He didn't necessarily have to be an honest, kindhearted person.
But at the very least, he couldn't be a deranged serial killer. Otherwise, no matter how good or powerful his ability was, Zhou Fan wouldn't take him.
Fortunately, Duan Fei wasn't one.
"All right. From now on, you're a member of our organization," Zhou Fan said.
Duan Fei scratched his head. "Can I refuse?"
"Sure. Either beat me in a fight, or let me chop you into a hundred and eight pieces and bury you underground. Your choice."
Duan Fei: "..."
"Then I guess I'll agree."
He had no choice.
He couldn't win a fight.
He couldn't get away, either.
He couldn't really let Zhou Fan chop him up and bury him, could he?
"But let me make this clear first. Even if I join your organization, I won't stop making offerings to Lord Jashin!"
"If you can't accept that, that's your problem. It has nothing to do with me," Duan Fei said.
"Don't worry. You can keep worshipping Lord Jashin. I won't stop you," Zhou Fan said.
"Old Zhou, come here for