Ten years, and already there are powerhouses who can take him out so cleanly he can't even feel pain—this world really is terrifying.
No wonder those profoundly terrifying bigshots all want to come here to suffer tribulations, to experience pain.
With that thought, Gauss Weil just flopped onto the sofa, radiating a dead-fish, total couch-potato vibe.
Wen Yan was helpless. Whatever, just let it be—who cares anymore.
Either way, Gauss Weil really isn't doing anything now. Screw ambition. If he wants to rot, then let him rot—a kind of relief, actually.
As long as he doesn't start slacking off at my place, anything goes.
Wen Yan pulled out his phone for a look. On the delivery app, every single local shop was shut—couldn't even order takeout if he wanted to.
He considered gritting his teeth and splurging to order delivery from several dozen kilometers away, but odds are the delivery guy wouldn't even make it into Virtue City.
