"I think I've become a big shot."
Though he was still only "Tier Four," Lu PingAn's life aboard the ship was probably already comparable to that of a genuine Rule-level big shot.
And, while everyone else was working overtime, he had managed to enjoy a relatively pleasant vacation for once.
The Courtyard's opening and the Trading Ground's operations actually had little to do with his main body anymore. Naturally, dedicated people handled those matters. If the "boss" of a company was busy with paperwork and daily operations, then the company was probably already in serious trouble.
What Lu PingAn needed to do was more about "making decisions at critical moments" and "improving himself."
"Don't go wrong in the overall direction. Then, prioritize improving myself."
This was the world of Professionals, a Paradise for superhumans. No matter how much one talked, strength still had the final say.
It was not impossible for High-Level Professionals to play power games from behind the scenes; it simply was not cost-effective. The influence of a Rule-level existence was more effective than any "authority" or "promise."
Those people were not so much being "friendly" toward Lu PingAn as they were respecting his "strength."
A Quasi-Rules being under twenty years old—that was how the outside world saw him—could receive every bit of respect he wanted, especially when he even had multiple records of killing Rule-level beings.
In the eyes of most Professionals, Rule-level beings were walking nuclear warheads. Now, a "nuclear warhead" was chatting and laughing right in front of them. Even if they did not hurry over to flatter him, they at least should not be stupid enough to provoke and offend him.
Yet now was not the time to approach him. This big shot appeared to be calmly drinking coffee in the café, but he