'Now this is how a true expert carries himself. He's nothing like those rich kids who party all the time.'
"From now on, don't let anyone near this villa without my permission."
"Yes, sir. I'll leave you to rest, then."
Old Liu bowed, backed away, and pulled the heavy, blast-proof door shut behind him.
With the soft CLICK of the lock, the enormous villa fell completely silent.
Han Feng loosened his collar and threw himself onto the ridiculously soft, large sofa.
'So comfortable.'
This private space, completely his own, finally allowed his tense nerves to unwind.
He lifted his wrist and lit up his personal terminal.
After his permissions were upgraded, several previously grayed-out icons were all lit up.
The first thing to pop up was the most delightful notification of all:
[Your A Level Student monthly stipend has been deposited: 10,000 Contribution Points, 100 standard Spirit Coins.]
Ten thousand Contribution Points.
One hundred Spirit Coins.
