And so, he shared the wonder of Blood Salt with the local gangs. In a way, he was contributing to the Lanyu Kingdom's public safety.
Lost in their dreams, where anything was possible, they became desireless in the real world—utterly harmless.
...
'Strange. Is something good going to happen today?'
Driving home from work, Ma Qi's eyelid started twitching again.
He couldn't help but get his hopes up. And sure enough, at the next intersection, he came across a beautiful woman with a broken-down car.
'As a successful man, it was his duty to help someone in need.'
Half an hour later, poor Ma Qi and Leiteri had forged a bond thicker than blood. It was truly a shame they hadn't met sooner.
"Binks is leaving?"
"And you're going to be in charge of producing Blood Salt from now on?"
Leiteri stared at Ma Qi in disbelief. 'Am I just too damn lucky?'
He hadn't even had to lift a finger, and the job was already almost done.
"That's right. Everything I said is true."
