Before long, Lai Zhuge's car sped through the night, arriving in a flurry outside No. 1 Villa. He went straight through the undefended manor gate.
Holding two Zen Sticks wrapped in yellow cloth, Lai Zhuge entered through the open villa doors. He followed the sound of a television to a side hall and greeted the occupants with a laugh, "Mr. Qin, Mrs. Qin, I apologize for the disturbance at this late hour!"
Mr. and Mrs. Qin Chu sprang from the sofa, exclaiming in surprise as they took in the sight of Lai Zhuge, who exuded the aura of a sage-like hermit. "Are you the esteemed Lai Shenxiang, sir?"
"Haha! That whole 'Divine Physiognomist' business is just flattery from outsiders. Mr. Qin, Mrs. Qin, you can just call me Old Lai!" Lai Zhuge laughed, now appearing completely different—down-to-earth and affable.
"No, no, no, Lai Shenxiang, you are too modest, much too modest!"
