The Seven Sisters and Their Hidden King

"Hi, I got you!"

The parvenu vulgarian flinched at John's booming voice. Spinning around, his eyes widened in horror.

In a flash, he threw several bills on the counter and shouted, "Keep the change!"

Then he bolted—leaving the two women dangling on his arms behind like abandoned luggage.

"Think you can run away?" John sneered.

He had finally cornered this slippery bastard. No way he was letting him escape now. Without hesitation, he gave chase.

But just as he darted out of the restaurant, someone stepped directly into his path—a Taoist priest. The old man smiled serenely and said, "John, fate brings us together again, as expected..."

"Cut the crap!" John snapped. "Where's the gold chain and the watch? And whose robes are those, huh?"

Gone was the awe John once held for this man. All that reverence had crumbled to dust.

Fraud.

Everything about him is fake.