"Your club's group-building activities are quite high-end; having nothing to do, you can kill the Emperor for fun..."
"Don't mention it; if there's time, we kill the President too."
"..."
Walking to the center of the village, in front of a building that looked like a gathering place, Fan Qian stopped and glanced at Ji Jue: "Alright, go in, the leader is waiting for you inside."
"What about you?"
"I'm taking Ni Lin to handle the paperwork. When you're done, call me in the house upfront that looks like chicken legs; I'll open the door and send you back."
Ji Jue waved his hand, and Ni Lin followed Fan Qian away.
Leaving him alone, standing at the door.
Hesitating for a long time, he sighed silently.
Behind the door sits perhaps the contemporary Juzi, the greatest terrorist of the current era, and himself... is merely a craftsman.
But what can be done?
