With a heavy heart, Qin Siyang took time out of his busy schedule to observe two and a half seconds of silence for his departed enemies.
Then he lay back down and went to sleep.
After sleeping all day, he was woken by his phone again.
Eyes still closed, Qin Siyang fumbled for his phone.
"Hello, Qin Siyang speaking. Who's this?"
"Me. Hu Chan."
"Oh, Holy Son. What are you calling me for? I'm not planning to go out hunting gods over the next couple of days."
"It's not about hunting gods. We need to talk to you."
Qin Siyang yawned. "What do you want to talk about?"
"Not me. Us."
"Who's 'us'?"
"Guardian Chris and Guardian Jin Shengyu. We're already in the lobby of the Nanrong University Guesthouse, but we can't get to the tenth floor. You'll need to come get us."
"You brought the whole gang? You people in the World Salvation Church must have a lot of free time."
"Qin Siyang, we're taking this conversation very seriously."
Qin Siyang reluctantly climbed out of bed. "Fine. Let me wash up and grab a quick breakfast, then I'll come down to get you."
"I brought you breakfast."
"I don't trust anything you bring. Never mind. I'll eat after we're done."
"All right."
Qin Siyang hung up, washed up, and changed into a clean, presentable outfit before heading downstairs to meet the three men from the World Salvation Church.
But when Qin Siyang reached the first floor, Hu Chan and the others were nowhere to be seen.
Three workers in plain work clothes approached him when they saw him arrive.
"Boss, you called us to fix the toilet, right? Wail."
Qin Siyang frowned.
"You three..."
The worker with the unassuming face lowered the brim of his cap and said quietly,