The corpse Li Yan had "possessed" this time belonged to a young man in his twenties, and he was quite handsome.
God knew how the Fraud Merchants' Association had found a corpse so quickly and transported it to this little courtyard within a few hours for Li Yan to use.
In the dining room, Mr. Pig, whose body was as round as a ball, first cupped his hands in greeting before stepping aside. "Please, take the seat of honor."
Li Yan stood on no ceremony. He strode casually over to the dining table and took the head seat without hesitation. "Old Beijing hot pot. Haven't had this in ages."
Mr. Pig sat beside him. "How long has it been since you came back?"
"Over eight years." Li Yan picked up his chopsticks and began stirring his sesame paste.
Mr. Pig looked thoroughly respectful. "Have you spent all eight of those years in Star Gates? What sort of mission takes that long?"
"At my stage, Star Gates are where I spend most of my time anyway. Coming back is just a chance to see old friends," Li Yan replied mildly. "What, are you running a background check on me?"
"No, no, that's not what I meant. It's just... you rarely run into colleagues from the Old Association, much less one carrying a God of Wealth Token. I'm a little surprised." Mr. Pig lifted his teacup and asked directly, "May I see your God of Wealth Token?"
With a slight exertion of his will, a palm-sized gold token appeared in Li Yan's hand.
He tossed it carelessly onto the table as though throwing away rubbish, then raised his chopsticks and continued stirring his sesame paste.
Mr. Pig examined the token carefully, his expression one of utter shock.
The Fraud Merchants' Association had