Zhang Yuanqing stole two bottles of fine liquor from Fu Qingyang's cabinet, swiped a premium ham from the kitchen, and pocketed a box of top-grade Cuban cigars from Ling Jun's room.
I stole Fu Qingyang's cigars last time. I can't keep fleecing Money Prince.
After returning to his villa, he got the car keys from Queen and set off alone.
What he was about to do was not suitable for bringing teammates along, not even Guan Ya.
Zhang Yuanqing's hometown was in the countryside on the outskirts of Song Prefecture. Back then, Songhai City had yet to become the nation's financial capital or a top-tier metropolis.
The pride of Song Prefecture's people still remained. Whenever they mentioned neighboring Songhai, they would habitually lift their chins and say:
"Back in the day, Songhai was just a tiny fishing village, a godforsaken rural backwater under Song Prefecture's jurisdiction."
Now, Song Prefecture was merely a district of Songhai, and one far from the bustling parts at that.
Zhang Yuanqing drove the white sedan through the busy streets and onto the outer-ring elevated highway. Half an hour later, he left the city proper and entered Sheling Tunnel.
Unlike Sheling Tunnel in the Spirit Realm, the real Sheling Tunnel had clean, smooth asphalt and bright white xenon lamps lining its ceiling.
Streams of cars passed through it, without the slightest hint of a terrifying or eerie atmosphere.
Amid the faint sound of tires rolling over asphalt, Zhang Yuanqing could not help recalling the fear and unease he had felt upon first entering the Spirit Realm. For a moment, he was filled with emotion.
Time flew by, and the years passed like a shuttle. Now, he had already...
"Pah, it's only been four months. It's not time for me to reminisce about the past yet." Zhang