A Real Person

What's going on? Why is she suddenly performing such a grand ceremony?

Moreover, Dane and Judy beside her remained indifferent, as if they found nothing out of the ordinary about this action.

Chaoyang glanced sideways at Judy, who subtly shifted her gaze away.

What was she feeling guilty about!

Wait, Chaoyang's heart suddenly stirred. He silently activated his Spiritual Connection Vision and looked at Jenny again.

A conspicuous white light was slowly emanating from Jenny!

This... is a prayer!

However, upon closer inspection, it was different from the ownerless wish power he had encountered before. Most of those wish power lights were a faint grayish-white, while this white light was more milky white, rich and clear. Its end was no longer scattering like smoke, but had distinct boundaries, meaning this prayer was no longer a prayer to an unknown recipient...

It belonged to ownerless wish power!

Jenny was praying to him!

Chaoyang, upon reaching this conclusion, was stunned on the spot. To outsiders, he was just an unknown middle-aged Detective. Even if he had some abilities, they shouldn't have surpassed normal human levels, certainly not to the extent of inspiring such trust.

Of course, the strange things he had encountered since coming to this world were more than just one or two. For example, under the display of the Spiritual Connection Vision, the two thin lines of wish power above Dane and Judy's heads were still intermittently providing him with wish power, about 3-4 points a day, and there was no contract between them.

Never mind, since there was wish power to be gained, he had no reason to refuse. Although the wish power Jenny displayed wasn't much, given its unique form, Chaoyang decided he could only "trouble" Zhang Zhiyuan.

"The person you mentioned, he's no longer here."

Jenny froze, "No longer here meaning..."

"Exactly what you're thinking." Chaoyang sighed with feigned sadness. Before the other party could react, he continued, "But Zhang Zhiyuan has a brother named Zhang Qiang. He also received medical teachings from that friend."

"Qiang... Qiang?"

"Zhang Qiang." Chaoyang corrected the nun's pronunciation. "If Zhang Zhiyuan could help you, then I believe Zhang Qiang can too."

"Please let me meet him!" Jenny said without hesitation.

"Mm, I will contact him. But before that, we need to sign a contract."

After drafting the contract content in his mind, Chaoyang directly transformed it into a scroll and unfolded it in front of the nun.

As long as Jenny met "Zhang Qiang" and completed the teachings of medical principles, the contract would be considered fulfilled.

"No problem."

After carefully reading the contract, she pressed her thumbprint.

"In that case, the contract is established." Chaoyang didn't want to delay. After all, the sooner he obtained a fresh body, the sooner he could expand the scale of the Paradise game. He stood up and bid farewell to the three, "Until the next round... no, after I contact him, we'll meet here again."

After Chaoyang left, Judy patted the nun's shoulder. "Don't worry, Sir Cha will definitely not disappoint you. What he promises, he will always deliver."

"Even if he is willing to help, it ultimately depends on whether that person's friend is willing to speak up," Jenny shook her head. "You don't know how important these medical mysteries are. I've never heard of boiling water to suppress curses anywhere else, which means it's not widely known knowledge."

"Perhaps it can be exchanged for a lot of money, but this is not what Paradise needs. I believe those who are willing to follow Sir Cha also come for the Paradise in their hearts."

"You... believe him that much?"

Judy nodded. "Because we've seen it with our own eyes."

She had personally witnessed a group of people fighting head-on with the North City Police Station to rescue a stranger, not retreating even when outnumbered ten to one and trapped in a fire. She had personally witnessed them raid Wangshui Manor for the sake of their justice, even though it was heavily guarded by Kuiqi's bodyguards.

They not only possessed courage but also sufficient means.

With such a group of people, the glory of the Lord of Paradise would eventually shine into everyone's hearts.

"Then I look forward to it."

"Don't forget our agreement either," Judy said with a smile.

"Mm... If he can truly fulfill the true wishes in our hearts as you say, then I am willing to believe in his Lord," Jenny said.

Jiangcheng, Yuebai Hotel.

With a soft ding, the elevator stopped on the 22nd floor.

As Zhang Zhiyuan stepped out of the elevator, he heard the melodious sound of a violin performance. He followed the music through the corridor to a tastefully decorated restaurant. The waiter at the door stopped him and apologized in a low voice, "Excuse me, Sir, this is a private club, and an invitation is required to enter."

"I'm Zhou Zhi's friend," he said impatiently.

The waiter quickly flipped through a list. "Oh, you're Mr. Zhou's friend, please come in." He then pushed open the glass door and gestured for him to enter.

Zhang Zhiyuan walked into the restaurant without even looking at him. He knew that those who could come here were influential figures in Jiangcheng, and all consumption was privately booked. Therefore, as long as he could name a few regular customers, he would not be stopped.

There weren't many people in the main hall. Adjacent to the hall were semi-open booths resembling private rooms. Zhang Zhiyuan quickly found his target in one of the booths.

There were about seven or eight people gathered inside, most of whom were young and beautiful women. Many opened wine bottles were on the table, and everyone was drinking and making noise, creating a lively scene.

Zhang Zhiyuan walked straight into the booth and clapped his hands in front of the table.

His sudden intrusion startled everyone.

At this moment, Zhang Zhiyuan's attire was out of place with the young people in the room. He was wearing a wine-red suit, pointed leather boots, and a pair of large sunglasses perched on his nose, looking like a debt collector.

The host of this gathering, Zhou Zhi, frowned. "Hey, who the hell are you?"

Seeing that Zhou Zhi didn't recognize the man, the other two men reacted. One jumped up from the sofa and leaped in front of Zhang Zhiyuan, while the other, with a fierce look, raised his voice and yelled, "Are you deaf? I'm talking to you!"

Zhang Zhiyuan unhurriedly took off his sunglasses and made a gun-firing gesture towards Zhou Zhi. "You should have held the gun steadier, instead of raising the muzzle so high after just two shots."

"Are you crazy? What nonsense are you spouting?"

"Drag him out—"

"All of you, shut up!" Zhou Zhi's eyes widened, and he shot up from his seat. "Brother Zhang...?"

"Didn't you say we should meet up sometime? I came to Jiangcheng to find you," Zhang Zhiyuan said with a smile.

"No way, I didn't think you were serious! Hahahaha..." He quickly pushed through the crowd, walked over, and clapped Zhang Zhiyuan on the shoulder. "Everyone, let me introduce you. This is my new friend, Brother Zhang!"

Everyone exchanged confused glances for a moment.

Zhou Zhi, however, couldn't be bothered by their reactions. He pulled Zhang Zhiyuan back to the sofa himself. "Brother, whatever you want to drink or do today, just say the word. It's all on me!"

"Really?" Zhang Zhiyuan grinned without reservation. "Then I won't be polite."

Four hours later.

The two returned to the VIP suite, both tipsy. Zhou Zhi collapsed onto the sofa and said contentedly, "Honestly, I haven't been this happy in a long time."

"Really? You seem to have many friends..." Zhang Zhiyuan kicked off his shoes and leaned against the side of the sofa. "Just now, for example, it was like everyone was fawning over you."

"Heh, forget them. You know what they're after." Zhou Zhi said dismissively. "It's a shame they'll never know that a place like Paradise exists in this world. Brother, do you know... Ever since I came back, I've wanted to talk to someone about Paradise every single day. I've been going crazy thinking about it, but in the end, I haven't said a word. Can you guess why?"

"Without experiencing it firsthand, no one would believe you."

"Yeah, no one would believe me!" He suddenly sat up and leaned over towards Zhang Zhiyuan, a strange emotion flickering in his eyes. "I knew you'd understand, because you've seen Paradise too—Brother, I have this illusion that Paradise divides people into two categories: those who have been there and those who haven't. People like us... we're no longer the same species as those frogs in a well!"