End of Heat.
The weather had begun to cool, and the climate of autumn was starting to show. Naturally, some businesses had entered their off-season as well.
At the entrance of a villa, a dark-blue Rolls-Royce Extended T900 screeched to a stop. A handsome young man in business attire hurried out from the front seat, circled to the rear door, gently opened it, and extended an arm toward the front in invitation. The entire sequence was smooth and practiced.
He bowed slightly and respectfully called out, "Chairman Shu, please step out."
Inside the car, Shu Heng put on airs, his face stern. The sleek black suit he wore gave him an imposing presence.
Faced with the exceedingly respectful young man, he merely nodded. One foot emerged from the vehicle, his shoes made from Armored Black Crocodile hide stepping onto the white marble path. They were leather shoes crafted from the hide of a High-level Beast General—noble and luxurious.
He rose from the car and lifted an arm, revealing a highly futuristic watch. In this era, nothing carried more prestige than a martial artist's belongings. This watch sold for one million Huaxia Coin at Limitless Home.
Few martial artists bought watches this extravagant, because there was simply no need. The materials were all more or less the same. Besides, this high-priced watch had an obvious design flaw—it had too many functions. Martial artists had no use for something so complicated. The simpler, the better; as long as the signal worked, that was enough.
Shu Heng stood upright, his hands empty. Once he stepped out, the handsome young man who had opened the door swiftly retrieved his briefcase.
Though this was clearly his own home, Shu Heng walked forward under the guidance of his secretary. He strode with the bearing of a