Inside the theater, the young man doing the cleaning was named Yao Sen. He was also a Star Gate Player, formerly an unaffiliated member of the Free Faction who belonged to no organization.
But during Three Years Ago's Contest, Yao Sen had been gravely injured and saved by Mr. He. From then on, he had given up, no longer entering the Star Gate or undertaking missions. He seemed to have lost his soul, along with every desire and ambition.
For the past three years, Yao Sen had relied entirely on Mr. He to support him. Though it hardly cost much, the man had at least provided him with a place to live and three meals a day.
Sitting in the theater's front row in a blue janitor's uniform, Yao Sen smoked and asked, "What is it?"
"Uh... uh, haha, nothing much." Mr. He scratched his head, seemingly finding it difficult to say.
Old He really was a strange man. Anyone who called him a shy gentleman would have to be blind. He was someone of note in the Chaos Faction. Murder, arson, robbery, slaughtering entire families-he had committed practically every crime punishable by death.
From an outsider's perspective, even his sexual orientation was ambiguous. Whether someone had a gun or a hole, he could accommodate them. Calling him an utterly depraved bastard would be no exaggeration.
Yet this bastard treated his brothers fairly well, and he liked to "put on airs" around people he knew.
He felt that he had known Yao Sen long enough for them to count as acquaintances, as friends. Though he had supported the man for three years, it had been little more than a minor favor that cost hardly anything. Besides, the man cleaned for him.
Now Yao Sen had given up, his "Dao heart"