What seemed perfect in execution later reveals there’s even more perfection beyond it upon reflection.
So many details weren’t utilized well, and so many opportunities slipped away quietly through the fingers in the long river of time.
I’ve already lived for half a month this time.
How great it would be if I had known all this from the start!
By now, I should have been a super powerful Second Level warrior dominating the stock market.
If I had the chance to start over, I definitely...
Really want to accelerate Armstrong’s spiral cannon to its utmost!
Forget it, I actually don’t really want to restart.
Dad once said to look forward.
He quickly packed up, went downstairs to the first floor, and prepared to head to the courtyard of Zheng Tian’s team.
He was slightly delayed, and now it’s 7:45 PM, already past the scheduled meeting time with others. He wondered how everyone else was doing.
At this moment.
Bang bang bang!
Downstairs, someone banged on the door urgently.
A voice, both tense and deliberately low, came from outside the door.
"Sir, sir, are you home?"
Ren Zhong felt puzzled.
It was the voice of the energetic young man next door.
The young man both admired and appreciated him but was very courteous and never disturbed him at home.
What had happened?
He opened the door.
"Hello. Is there something I can help with?"
Ren Zhong asked.
The young man outside the door saw Ren Zhong looking fine, breathed a sigh of relief, quickly stepped inside, and whispered, "Mr. Ren! I don’t know what’s going on, but there’s a rumor on the street that you’re impersonating a Pu Cha officer and scamming people. Many wastelanders are looking for you everywhere. You better find a way to run quickly."
"Hmm?"
Ren Zhong’s brow suddenly furrowed.