"Sure, come straight here!"
"Understood, Lord Killing God," the young man respectfully said over the phone before hanging up.
After changing into shorts and a t-shirt upstairs, Mu Chen left wearing slippers, carrying a certain ruffian air with a devil-may-care attitude.
Soon, Mu Chen reached the gate, where a black car also appeared. Without a word, he got inside. Upon entering, Mu Chen saw two young men; one was driving and the other sitting in the front. However, seeing Mu Chen's current state, their expressions changed, as he looked far different from what they had imagined.
"Disappointed?" Mu Chen asked.
"Not disappointed," they quickly responded, noticing their looks might have given something away.
"If not disappointed, then let's leave quickly! I don't have much free time." Mu Chen said indifferently.
