At eleven o'clock deep into the night, the martial school's streetlights cleaved through the thick darkness.
Only when Lu Jue led his still-shaken father into this relatively safe territory did his tightly wound nerves finally loosen a little.
He had long anticipated that, given Zhao He's group's methods, they might very well make a move against his father.
His original plan had been this: as long as he stood out in the Quota Competition and his "market value" rose with the tide, he could naturally use the martial school's resources to secure his father a stable job within its grounds.
He had never expected their retaliation to come so quickly, before the Quota Competition had even ended!
Fortunately, the small factory where his father worked was located in the heart of the slums. Most of the Power Elites disdained such a filthy, chaotic place and did not keep a tight grip on it. Otherwise, the consequences would have been unthinkable.
After temporarily settling his father in the dormitory, Lu Jue returned to the training ground, where Su Li had already been waiting beneath the streetlights for quite some time.
He did not know whether he remembered wrong or what, but it felt as though Su Li had deliberately changed into a different outfit.
She wore a superbly tailored fitted vest on top, perfectly hugging the curves of her body and outlining a sleek yet powerful waistline.
Below, she wore black shorts in the same color scheme, sharply cut to display, to just the right degree, her straight, slender long legs wrapped in gleaming black stockings.
These were not the stockings from Lu Jue's past life that could be ripped apart with one tear.
The stockings of this world resembled Horse Oil Stockings in appearance, but were made from a special