Driven by interest, Han Dong was determined to visit the circus.
As he was heading towards the elevator to the middle district, Han Dong suddenly felt as if someone in the crowd had locked their gaze onto him.
"Han Dong, why come to the Black Tower without saying hello~ After all, we are somewhat in a cooperative relationship."
The visitor was none other than Handsome Jack, who had stitched facial skin onto his face.
"I'm a bit busy this time."
"That makes sense... After all, you're now the only candidate for M, and the internal news has already spread. You're really something, kid! In the future, we might have to rely on you for some troublesome delivery routes.
Got some time to earn some pocket money now? It doesn't seem like you're that busy now."
Even though Han Dong's status had changed, Handsome Jack's tone remained the same, filled with intrigue and traps.
Han Dong thought for a while, then suddenly asked Jack:
