People in Terra, poor and weak but invincible

A wave of vibration that no one else could detect emanated from the staff behind Mastema.

Mostima seemed to have heard something, and his emotions gradually returned to normal. Then he looked at Qi Yan deeply.

Qi Yan also noticed that fluctuation.

Unfortunately, the fluctuations seemed to be encrypted. Even if Qi Yan could perceive it, no one except Mostima himself would be able to understand the message.

While Mostima was looking at him, Qi Yan was also looking at the two staffs curiously.

He knew the information about the two staffs.

There are two magic wands, one black and one white, named Black Lock and White Key respectively, and a god resides inside them.

To be precise, it is a fragment of a god, a fragment of a god who has the authority over time.

"Good evening." Qi Yan greeted the staff with a smile, "Although you may not have the concept of day and night."

“…He said, you made the right decision.”

Mostima turned into a mouthpiece to help Qi Yan communicate with the god in the staff.

Qi Yan understood that what the other party was talking about was that he had no right to choose.

However, Qi Yan was not planning to talk about this topic, but was more concerned about another thing.

"Why do you all have friends around you to chat with? Talulah has a long black worm, and you also have a Cthulhu Outer God Bubble accompanying you. Skadi...oh, that doesn't count. If that thing really came out, my Didi would die."

Qi Yan looked around himself and asked tentatively: "Dabai, did you hear my complaint?"

The cemetery was completely silent. Apart from the gentle breeze blowing in the night, there was no response.

Qi Yan couldn't help but let out a light sigh.

Mostima was increasingly confused about Qi Yan's train of thought.

This guy is just as the rumors say, crazy and mad as a psychopath.

"Are you here waiting for me?"

Mastema decided to take the initiative to guide the conversation.

"Not exactly." Qi Yan smiled, "I'm waiting for many people, you're just one of them."

"What are you waiting for me to do?"

"Robbery."

As Qi Yan's voice fell, Mostima's pupils shrank slightly.

Baisong behind her seemed to react immediately, raised his shield and nervously blocked in front of Mostima.

Qi Yan looked at the actions of the little man Baisong and laughed:

“Master, there’s no need to be so nervous. Even if I really take action, it’s not your turn to stop me.

I have no intention of getting involved in the dispute surrounding you in Longmen. Wei Yanwu wants to purge the restless people in Longmen. The Rat King and the Emperor respect the rules set by Wei Yanwu, and your father wants to get a piece of the pie.

The struggle for power is always accompanied by noise, but each party abides by those strange rules. I don’t like it, so I don’t participate.”

Baisong was obviously stunned.

He knew some of the information revealed in Qi Yan's words, but obviously not much.

Tonight he should have gone to Penguin Logistics to learn about the experience and systems of other logistics companies as his father had instructed. This was in line with his desire to become a courier, so he gladly agreed.

But when the butler took him to Penguin Logistics, they were inexplicably attacked by a group of gangsters.

He felt as if he was caught in a river with undercurrents, being fought over and over by the people from Penguin Logistics and the gangster forces.

Gunfights, car races, explosions, and high-altitude falls, the thrills he experienced tonight were more than those in the first half of his life combined.

"So, all this was arranged by my father?" Baisong asked.

"Your father doesn't have that much ability. He just took advantage of the situation to insert you in. As for how much you can gain, it depends on you."

Qi Yan’s words made Baisong a little confused.

Qi Yan spoke very bluntly, analyzing the chaos currently unfolding in Longmen for him.

The liquidation of Longmen officials and the power struggle between the gangs and Penguin Logistics, Baisong is experiencing it all personally.

But he didn't understand what his father wanted him to realize by putting him in this mess.

What dangers might you encounter after becoming a messenger?

Or let him see the ugly faces of those who fight for power and profit, and understand the situation he will face when he becomes the person in charge of his own company in the future?

Baisong shook his head and temporarily suppressed these messy thoughts.

"Thank you for your explanation. Although I can't fully understand it now, I can see that you have no ill intentions." Baisong said firmly, "But I won't let you hurt Miss Mostima. She helped me, so I have to help her too."

Qi Yan looked at the horns on Baisong's head and was not surprised:

"I like your bull temper, but do you want to listen to Mastema's advice first?"

"Qi Yan is right, please get out of the way first."

Mostima patted Baisong's shoulder, without any nervousness on his face. "Qi Yan seems to like simple and straightforward conversations. Can you be more direct and explain what you want to rob me of?"

"Of course it's to rape her!" Qi Yan replied.

Mastema took off the black staff from his back and said in surprise:

"I didn't expect you to be interested in this. The person in the staff is not a human, yet you are interested in him."

Qi Yan: "..."

He opened his mouth, and for the first time he didn't know what to say.

Even the staff that had been emitting vibrations fell into a dead silence.

After a while, Qi Yan finally said in a stammering voice: "In my impression, you should be a riddle teller, not a complainer."

"You are very consistent with my impression of you." Mostima handed over the staff generously, "Qi Yan seems to know everything. He always inadvertently reveals a reserve of information that makes people feel cold. No one has any secrets in front of you. There are rumors that you are an agent of a hidden terrorist organization, and they are playing a big game."

"I'm not that magical, and there's no terrorist organization behind me."

Qi Yan took the Black Lock Staff, shook it vigorously, and felt it was quite sturdy, so he swung it up and smashed the tombstone beside him twice.

Sparks burst out in the night.

There came a wave from the black lock that Qi Yan couldn't understand.

Mostima looked at Qi Yan's actions, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly: "I can see that you came here for the staff, but I am not going to give it to you. Please cherish it."

"So you're not afraid that I'll run away with the staff or release the bubbles?" Qi Yan asked.

"First of all, His name is not Bubble."

After listening to the fluctuations of the staff, Mostima seriously refuted it, and then said: "Secondly, He said that although you gave up becoming a god, you can still reach that level. I and He now have absolutely no ability to resist.

It would be better to be more generous and give you some trust, so you can avoid getting beaten up."

"Okay, you guys are smart, and I like smart people."

Qi Yan played with the Black Lock Staff and seemed very satisfied.

He waved his hand, indicating that Mostima could leave with Baisong.

Mostima stood still and asked:

"Can you tell me when I will return my staff, and what you are going to use it for?"

"You seem a little nervous?" Qi Yan stuck the staff into the soil beside him and said with a wicked smile, "You are not afraid that I will destroy the staff, nor are you afraid that I will use the staff to do something bad, but you still dare not leave the staff in my hand for a long time."

Mastema did not answer.

Qi Yan had anticipated this.

Unfortunately, he wanted the staff because of what Mastema was worried about.

Qi Yan asked with a smile: "If I said that I want to use my staff to attract a cute Liberian bird, what would you do?"