Qin Siyang listened with relish.
The churches founded after the Apocalypse really did have some juicy stories.
But the others clearly weren't focused on him anymore, and everything had already been explained.
Qin Siyang's stomach felt empty. He wanted to eat, so he decided to see his guests off.
He took a look. Chris showed no intention of making a trade.
Probably because Hu Chan and Jin Shengyu were there, and he didn't dare say much.
It looked as though he intended to return to District 8 with Hu Chan.
No matter. I'll arrange another time to trade him for the Blood Moon Blind Spider's eyes.
He switched off the Lie Detector.
"Gentlemen, if you have no other questions, shall we leave it here for now? We can get in touch if anything comes up."
Hu Chan and the other two checked with one another. They had nothing else to ask.
They had come today to confirm that Qin Siyang wouldn't act against the World Salvation Church again.
Otherwise, before the three of them could settle who came out on top, they would have to find a way to kill Qin Siyang, the shit-stirrer.
Fortunately, Qin Siyang wasn't actually a shit-stirrer.
"If there's nothing else, I'll see you out. And congratulations to the three of you for making it through the elimination round from four to three."
Under their icy stares, Qin Siyang flashed a teasing smile.
After seeing them to the first-floor lobby, Qin Siyang was about to return to his room and rest.
Then he spotted several decks of playing cards tucked into a corner of the shelves beside the front desk.
Cigarettes and liquor occupied the main shelf space, while the cards sat off to the side.
Previously, Qin Siyang had always assumed they were little comic