The City He Built

Hearing the probing note in Shangguan Rong's voice, Fan Jian cursed Chu Han ten thousand times in his heart. Damn it, the old man in front of him was not only a formidable base leader, but an old fox too!

Fortunately, Fan Jian was fairly composed. After meeting Meng Qiwei and obtaining the information, he had gained ample confidence. That dossier contained not only the key to this major deal, but also several response plans Chu Han had laid out for him.

Thus, beneath Shangguan Rong's eagle-sharp gaze, Fan Jian smiled lightly. "While I admit that I'm so smart people envy me, and my talent for battle power and advancement leaves others in the dust, honestly, old man, you have to admit that everyone has their own ambitions. I'm not interested in your bases, organizations, or power. I just want to make money and live a better life. I believe most people in the hunter profession are the same. And I really did come to ask whether you wanted my help. Naturally, it comes at a price."

The middle portion of Fan Jian's words had come straight from the heart. He truly had no interest in fame or profit and only wanted to drift through life like an idle cloud or wild crane. If Chu Han had not coerced and tempted him into joining, he really had not planned on making his life this troublesome.

Hearing Fan Jian say all that with such sincere eyes, even Shangguan Rong could not help but feel a tremor in his heart. "True. Everyone has their own ambitions. People are not necessarily interested in what they excel at. If not for the apocalypse, you probably would not have taken such risks to come here."

Fan Jian finally relaxed. Talking to that old fox had