I, Chen Xian, used to be codenamed "King of Hell". The world's number one killer, top of the list of superpowers, and the uncrowned king of the underground world.
Three years ago, I quit my business, retired from the world, and opened a breakfast shop in Qingcheng City. They sell soy milk and fried dough sticks, as well as wonton noodles. The business is okay, enough to support myself and a stray cat I picked up.
I thought this would be it for the rest of my life. It's ordinary, stable, open the store, feed the cat, and wait for the pension to arrive.
Until that day, a young man who called himself "The Chosen One" broke into my store, pointed at me and said: "Senior, please accept me as your disciple!"
I said, "No. Three pieces of soy milk and two pieces of fried dough sticks, five pieces in total."
He said: "I don't want soy milk and fried dough sticks, I want to become a disciple!"
I said, "No. Ten yuan for wontons and two yuan for eggs."
He said: "Senior, I checked, you are the 'King of Hell' back then!"
I said, "Who is the King of Hell? I don't know him. Tea eggs cost $1.50."
He knelt down.
I sighed.
Why don't today's young people believe in evil?
