Leaving the Lower District, Han Fei looked up at the overpass, the sky segmented into pieces by the rapidly developing city, skyscrapers rising from the ground, and people becoming ever more insignificant.
"Nineteen hours have passed for the life debt mission, and I still have more than two days left," he said.
Turning his gaze away, Han Fei took out his phone to browse through all the contact records left by Fu Yi.
The main number was spotlessly clean; many of his business friends had ceased contact with him after he was transferred from the "Eternal Life" game.
On the secondary number, however, there were people constantly sending him messages, some full of various insinuations, some explicit, even including photos of extreme lewdness.
"Aside from those few subordinates, Fu Yi is left with only a bunch of unreliable fair-weather friends," he mused.
Checking the phone's battery, Han Fei quietly put it away.
