At six in the evening.
At a bank, Lu Chenzhou deposited the 100,000 yuan he had withdrawn into his card. Looking at this "fortune," he was nowhere near as calm inside as he appeared. Setting aside the previous 50,000 yuan Hidden Dragon Scholarship, this was the first real pot of gold in his life.
He had originally wanted to transfer 30,000 yuan to his parents, but Lu Guoping and Li Xianghua absolutely refused, saying the 50,000 yuan he had given them last time would last them a long while.
That made sense, too. Lu Chenzhou no longer spent a single cent of the family's money on martial arts, and there were no major expenses at home. As for changing houses, no one mentioned it anymore. In half a year, the Dragon City University of Martial Arts branch campus would move here. Land values in Suzhong District would soar, second in Su City only to the old district where Pingjiang Martial University stood and the most prosperous high-tech park.
The rain suddenly intensified, pouring down in sheets, and fewer and fewer pedestrians remained on the streets. Lu Chenzhou was no longer short on money, so he called a rideshare, but no one accepted the order even after a long wait.
As for self-driving cars, with Du Men's precedent still fresh in his mind, he did not dare ride one.
"Forget it. I'll take the subway. It's safer, too."
Weak Void Entities feared crowds. The more people there were, the safer it became. As an area with dense foot traffic, subway stations also had plenty of police deployed by the authorities. It was said that every entrance in Su City had at least one Upper Three Stages expert standing guard.
Some major stations even had Martial Artists stationed there.
Braving the torrential