The two girls laughed in unison, while the surrounding staff cast looks of contempt. They had followed the twin sisters for so long, yet they still frequently mixed them up. It seemed only Fire Maiden, Cheng Yan, could tell them apart.

A person who had known them for less than a few minutes now boldly claimed they could distinguish between the two? Some of the smirking staff members suddenly called out, "Are you bragging? If you really have the skill, show us."

Qin Fen wanted to decline the tedious proposition, only to find Ya Xin and Ya Fei looking at him with expectant eyes.

"You want to see it too?"

Facing the two goddesses of wealth—no, the two goddesses of fortune—Qin Fen didn't mind doing a differentiation for them.

"Mm-hmm!" Ya Xin and Ya Fei nodded in unison, "We really want to know. No one has ever been able to tell us apart the first time they met us."

Qin Fen smiled; so such a thing had happened before.

After a brief silence, one staff member immediately shouted, "What? Ran out of steam?"

Qin Fen shrugged, "If I can tell them apart, can I get a few more autographs?"

Ya Xin and Ya Fei looked at Qin Fen strangely. Most men tried hard to please them, hoping to leave a good impression. Someone who was so overtly and transparently pursuing personal gain, utterly unconcerned with their opinion, was truly rare.

"This..." Ya Xin and Ya Fei tapped their jade-like lips lightly with their fingers, "If you truly can distinguish them, then just agree to one more request from us, and we'll sign a few more. How about that?"

Seeing hope, Qin Fen's spirits lifted further, "If it's within my capability and doesn't violate Federation law."

"Naturally," they replied.

Ya Xin and Ya Fei exchanged a sweet smile simultaneously, glancing at each other as if they already knew what the condition would be: "You can turn around now. We need to switch positions several times."

Qin Fen shrugged, assured of victory, and turned to look at the stack of unsigned T-shirts in his luggage, his smile more radiant than flowers blooming in spring.

"Alright, you can turn back now," a staff member called out from the side.

Qin Fen turned back and looked at Ya Xin and Ya Fei, both dressed identically as Chun Li, and declared, "You are Ya Fei, and you are Ya Xin."

All the staff members were stunned again. The last time it was because of Qin Fen's shameless plan to sell autographs; this time, it was his astonishing ability to discern them.

The two little girls from Feixin were also somewhat perplexed. Could this person really tell them apart at a glance? Did he not even need to observe?

After a short while, the staff member who first spoke finally said, "Beginner's luck?"

Qin Fen just shrugged and remained silent. He once again turned his back to the two girls.

The two girls were no longer as casual as before. This time, they simultaneously activated their internal martial arts, rapidly engaging in a series of continuous position swaps. Even some staff members were dizzy from the speed of the exchange. They stopped moving only when they had confused the observers completely.

Qin Fen turned back again and nodded toward Ya Xin, "Hello, Ya Xin."

This time, the staff members' jaws dropped slightly. Could this person’s luck be that good?

"Shall we continue?"

Qin Fen asked dismissively. No matter how identical their appearances or how close their auras were, the flavor of their auras held a slight difference—that alone was enough for an easy distinction. Did these people not know that?

Ya Fei and Ya Xin exchanged a look and once again spoke in unison, "No need. We believe you can truly tell us apart."

"In that case, what do you want me to do?"

Qin Fen had not forgotten that getting the autographs required one more thing.

The girls of this super-popular Federation female band had sly smiles in their eyes: "We first want to ask, have you participated in any counter-terrorism combat missions?"

Qin Fen was quite surprised that the two girls cared about this issue.

"Yes, I participated in one just a few days ago. I killed several terrorists, and one escaped."

Qin Fen did not hide it; in fact, hiding it would be meaningless.

The eyes of the two super-popular girls instantly lit up with an unusual brilliance, "Will you participate in counter-terrorism combat missions in the future?"

Qin Fen shook his head, "I am a soldier now; it depends on assignments from above. If I have the chance, I really want to participate in more counter-terrorism missions."

Qin Fen's expression was sincere; anyone looking at him could tell he wasn't boasting or being modest. The staff members’ perception of him improved considerably.

These days, many military operations involved counter-terrorism, and it was also where the highest casualty rates occurred. For such a young soldier to fearlessly accept counter-terrorism missions and express a strong willingness to participate—what noble and great character!

The unusual light in the eyes of the two super-popular girls intensified, tinged with a hint of adoration, or perhaps, deep emotion.

Xue Tian felt like he was about to burst. If he kept holding it in, he might actually suffer internal injury. These people only knew Qin Fen was eager to fight terrorists, and many were beginning to revere him. If they knew Qin Fen's reason for fighting was the bounty money, perhaps their expressions would become even more animated.

"If you have the chance, you can fight for the chance to participate?"

"I will strive with all my might for that opportunity!" Qin Fen’s tiger eyes also shone brightly; he absolutely could not pass up any opportunity to earn money.

The two super-popular girls exchanged glances again before saying, "Then can you tell us about your experience in that counter-terrorism mission? You must tell the truth; don't deceive us. If you have the chance to participate in future counter-terrorism missions, can you continue to tell us about those experiences?"

Qin Fen smiled. So, these two super-popular girls simply wanted to hear tales of a hero's counter-terrorism exploits. He nodded, "No problem. This doesn't count as classified intelligence."

"You can't be vague with us," the two super-popular girls said simultaneously again, "You don't have our contact information. If you participate in future counter-terrorism missions, how could you possibly tell us?"

Qin Fen paused. For a new recruit, getting to participate in one counter-terrorism mission was lucky; he probably wouldn't get chances for others.

"Let's exchange contact information."

The two super-popular girls spoke in unison for the umpteenth time. Qin Fen felt like he was listening to a dual-channel stereo speaker; without judging their breathing, it was truly difficult to differentiate the two.

"Okay."

Qin Fen took out his antique mobile phone again, instantly drawing everyone's gaze once more.

The two super-popular girls were equally astonished. In this day and age, even the most knowledgeable and composed individuals would react the same way upon seeing the antique phone in Qin Fen’s hand.

Even Butcher, a killer who wouldn't blink at slaughter on the battlefield, someone with immense composure, flinched slightly upon seeing Qin Fen's phone.

That phone! It was too unique!

After recording the phone numbers and email addresses, Qin Fen looked back at the pile of T-shirts. The two super-popular girls happily began a new round of signing.

Seeing this, Qin Fen shook his head repeatedly. Xue Tian nudged Qin Fen with his elbow, "Brother, why the shake of the head? You've struck gold this time."

Qin Fen scratched his head with his index finger and replied in a low voice, "I thought they only enjoyed the adoration of others, I didn't expect they liked combat heroes just like other young girls."

Xue Tian’s broad smile faded significantly. He lowered his voice even further, almost whispering directly into Qin Fen's ear, "Old Qin, you guessed wrong this time. They don't admire combat heroes; they admire counter-terrorism combat heroes. You don't know them well as a fan. Their parents were both killed by terrorists. That's why they are so passionate about the anti-terrorism cause."

Qin Fen slowly nodded, immediately abandoning his underestimation of the two girls. A surge of respect followed instantly.

Soon, all the T-shirts were signed. The two super-popular girls began comparing their autograph books with Qin Fen's. Simultaneously, Qin Fen, as agreed, began detailing the specifics of that mission for them.

Qin Fen narrated concisely, yet missed no detail. By the time he finished describing the mission, the two super-popular girls were already reduced to tears.

"Inhumane terrorists! We must write this incident into our new songs!" "Yes, and Brother Qin Fen must be included too!"

"No, his real name cannot appear," Butcher interjected coldly, "Unless you want him dead."

The cold, firm words made the two girls pause, then nod immediately, "You are right, we will listen to you."

"Oh, and you must contact us after any future missions," Ya Xin said, and Ya Fei added, "We can sign more for you, if you still want them..."

"Yes, of course, I want more," Qin Fen became even more excited, already calculating how he could secure new assignments after completing the current one.

"What are you all doing here?!"

A harsh, arrogant, and piercing soprano voice sounded not far behind Qin Fen.

Without needing to turn around, Qin Fen knew the woman letting out that roar was the same one who had been exchanging glares with Phoenix just moments ago. Judging by her temper, she had clearly just suffered a defeat.

The curious onlookers dispersed like startled birds, rushing back to their duties.

Qin Fen didn't even glance her way; he turned and diligently packed his belongings—that was all money!

"You! What are you doing?"

A pair of straight legs, encased in ten-centimeter-high stiletto heels, clicked into Qin Fen's field of vision. The imposing air radiating from her descended like a dense, dark cloud.

"I'm talking to you! I asked you a question!"

The ten-centimeter stiletto heel lifted and slammed down like lightning towards the stack of signed pure white T-shirts in the luggage.