"No room service, no water delivery, and I didn't order takeout."
After rattling that off without giving the other side time to react, Lu Mouren hung up and directly unplugged the hotel room phone.
He was numb by now. He had received at least a dozen inquiry calls that day alone, and every caller had considerable backing. Once they started talking, they never seemed to stop.
True God Churches, central organizations, multinational corporations, special forces, lone powerhouses, terrorist groups, wanted criminals... In short, even if he wanted to hang up, these were people he couldn't afford to offend.
"Seriously, how many times have they sold my information?"
Most of the calls were recruitment offers, and the terms they offered were outrageously generous. If Lu PingAn truly had not been "free of desires," if he were merely an ordinary Quasi Rule-level Professional, he might well have been swayed.
One recruitment call rang the moment he hung up the last one. Lu PingAn suspected his profile had already been sold hundreds of times.
"...It may not have been sold by staff. There must be professional intelligence agents stationed near customs. You caused such a huge stir; naturally, everyone who needed to know knows."
It seemed that before Lu PingAn could go around causing trouble and building his reputation himself, intelligence brokers had already made him famous for him.
A Quasi-Rule at nearly eighteen was already considered a genius, but someone capable of setting off so many "warning lights" was a fully matured monster.
Given the Eastern Kingdom's population and territory, geniuses emerged every year. But monsters like Lu Mouren were the backbone and immediate fighting strength that more factions craved.
Under the operations of professional intelligence brokers, even Lu PingAn's past experiences had probably already reached the HR departments of every major