Chen Shouyi returned to the guesthouse, holding the Godslayer Medal and certificate, turning them over word by word, not missing any detail.
He couldn't help but chuckle.
This thing surely can't be shown to his parents, as it might be more shocking than joyful for them.
Perhaps when he's older, in his years of spoiling grandchildren, he can hold the medal and boast to his grandsons and granddaughters, how powerful their grandpa or grandad once was.
After all, he took down a Demigod.
He looked at it for a long time before carefully placing the medal and certificate back into his briefcase.
This is an honor to pass down through generations.
Just then, there was a knock on the door.
Chen Shouyi got up to open the door.
It was Zhang Miaomiao, dressed in a fitted office lady outfit that accentuated her shapely figure, exuding the charm of a mature woman, sweet like a ripe peach.
