"Believing in Chatman's Snake will turn them into licentious beings."
"Sigh!"
As information flashed by, Tang Qi immediately looked upward.
There, before the blood maze with a real touch, lay a huge, exaggerated bed, upon which rested a dozen or so women's bodies, each whiter and more perfect than the last, their seductive smiles radiating temptation to the extreme, entangling a male figure in the center.
"Charlie Lutson!"
When Tang Qi's eyes reflected the true identity of the figure, their identity was confirmed.
This was a middle-aged Caucasian man, well-proportioned, even somewhat sexy, his features scholarly with a thick beard, but what was most striking were his eyes, which bore an outward, wisdom-filled glow of affinity.
Even without any Extraordinary Power, this guy could have made quite a career.
Pyramid selling master, professional scammer, cult leader... Tang Qi's mind listed a string of professions, every one of them the sort that warranted imprisonment.
