Early the next morning.
Andrew Han arrived early at the Muquan Township bus station, preparing to take the coach back to Riverdale.
"You really insist on taking the bus?"
Tanya Li sat in the car, glanced at Andrew Han in the passenger seat, and said helplessly, "I can drive you back, it’s not much of a detour. Besides, you should trust my driving skills—they’re absolutely fine."
Andrew Han replied seriously, "Of course I trust you, but after thinking it over, I’d rather not trouble you."
For a driver who could reach two hundred kilometers per hour on the township ring road, her skills were undoubtedly exceptional.
But still—
Andrew Han still felt that the coach was a bit safer.
If she could do two hundred on the ring road, what would happen on the highway? In terms of physical defense, he was still a notch below a true Martial Artist.
His condensed Internal Power was certainly impressive.
It could even form a thin defensive membrane between his skin and his internal organs.
"Alright then... next time, maybe." Tanya Li pouted regretfully, her hands resting on the steering wheel as she watched Andrew Han walk toward the coach station.
With that, the mission was basically over.
The other Martial Artist, Ethan Cheng, was left to track down the man who handed out the cards, to see if he’d been Possessed by a Specter.
Buzz, buzz.
Tanya Li started the car and drove away from the bus station.
Last time they met, he was only Second Rank.
In less than a month, he’d undergone an earth-shattering transformation. Miles Ning’s disciple was truly extraordinary, she mused, feeling a wave of emotion.
Perhaps—
Andrew Han might possess the legendary Peerless Prodigy aptitude.
——
On the coach.
His phone vibrated softly. Andrew Han took it out and glanced at the screen—surprisingly, it was a WeChat red packet from Middle Martial Artist Louis Zheng, titled: 'Are you there?'
Uh...
Andrew Han paused for a moment, then tapped to receive it.
Ding—two hundred yuan dropped into his WeChat wallet.
Out of respect for the red packet, he replied with two words: "What is it?"
As a wealthy man, he figured one word per hundred yuan was just about right. Punctuation, of course, was a free bonus for Louis Zheng—after all, Andrew believed in not being too stingy.
Less than two seconds later—
A second red packet arrived, titled: 'Want to treat you to a meal.'
Then a third appeared: 'Are you free?'
Andrew Han blinked, a little dazed, as he accepted both red packets. He replied, "You really don’t need to be so formal."
The fourth red packet: 'No.'
The fifth red packet: 'I only use red packets to chat.'
"???" Andrew pursed his lips. Compared to Louis Zheng, his own attempts at flaunting wealth were downright shabby.
Maybe...
This was what a truly rich person looked like!
But then he thought, they were just a few WeChat red packets—he could send those too. Nothing to get worked up about! After all, kind-hearted Mr. Stone had left him so many businesses.
So—
He replied calmly, "Alright, a meal sounds good."
After about ten seconds, the phone screen suddenly changed—it was a call from Louis Zheng.
Click.
Andrew Han decisively declined the call, continuing to message on WeChat: "It’s inconvenient for me to take calls, let’s talk on WeChat."
The sixth red packet: Okay.
I’m on the bus back to Riverdale. Want to eat later?
The seventh red packet: Haha, then I’ll come pick you up.
What are you planning to treat me to?
The eighth...
I don’t like steak.
The ninth...
But thinking it over, steak isn’t bad.
As time passed, Andrew Han meticulously finalized the meal details with Louis Zheng. Only when Louis stopped replying did he open his WeChat wallet and sigh softly.
Louis Zheng,
You’re a good man. May good people have peaceful lives.
......
Riverdale bus station.
Andrew Han had just gotten off the bus when he spotted a deep-black camper with a Mercedes-Benz logo.
Louis Zheng’s car.
He shook his head and laughed, then walked over.
Click.