Good news, not an enemy.
Bad news, it's Ji Jue.
Tang Qian felt as if he had been struck by lightning, wanting to cry but having no tears, thinking this is worse than having an enemy!
All I can say is, the ups and downs of fate are hard to predict. Sometimes you're just comfortably eating rice and singing on an Empire train, and suddenly Ji Jue happens to you!
Everyone changed their appearances in Central Earth without an appointment, yet inexplicably ended up in the same pit; it's quite bizarre.
It's just like a horror story.
It's impossible not to be scared.
Dammit, you're working a day job beside the Imperial Garrison Base, and out of nowhere pops up a renowned crazed craftsman and newly minted arms dealer from the Federation smiling at you; anyone would be scared, right?!
In just one second, Old Tang's mind was racing, even almost coming up with the starting words for his last words as he was about to be dragged down by Ji Jue: Born to the masses, I'm very sorry...
