"What rotten luck."
Old Liu ultimately managed to leave Dreamville.
Standing in the plaza, he began guarding against anyone who tried to approach him.
"That guy moves too fast. He's impossible to defend against!"
Stroking his graying beard, Old Liu pondered:
"By that calculation, we've tied again."
"Forget it, I'll leave it at that for now... I need to find somewhere to recover."
After working nonstop for so many days, Old Liu felt utterly exhausted even within the dream.
Mentally exhausted.
He silently made his way downtown. Seeing the glittering, magnificent metropolis again immediately lifted his spirits considerably.
Taking a deep breath, he headed straight into a massage parlor.
"Welcome~"
"Ah, Old Mr. Liu! It's been so long since you last came!"
The young man at the front desk hurried over upon seeing Old Liu and respectfully said:
"Please have a seat first. I'll get your slippers."
"Mm."
Old Liu gave a slight nod, found a sofa to sit on, and looked around.
The bright lobby and neat red carpet were far cleaner than that lousy Dreamville base.
It was clearly a dream, yet that dump still reeked of goddamn instant noodles...
"Old Liu, please put these on."
"Alright."
After changing into the slippers, Old Liu headed for the bathhouse at the back, enjoyed a relaxing hot bath, then got dressed and took the elevator straight to the top floor.
"Ding—"
As the elevator doors opened, Old Liu stepped out with his hands behind his back.
There were attendants here to greet him as well.
"Hello, sir. Are you here alone?"
"Mm."
"Alright, then please come this way."
Following the attendant, Old Liu entered a private room and settled comfortably into his seat.
Soon, a handsome young man in a white shirt, with sharp brows and bright eyes, arrived carrying