"That's good."
Han Jue nodded, then sent Yang Fan a business card.
"He is something of a self-made god, but his reputation is fairly good among the people I know."
"Also, sorry for the trouble, Brother Yang, but we'll be counting on you to pull more weight when we pioneer this Earth-Rank Secret Realm."
Han Jue spoke courteously once again.
At his words, Yang Fan's gaze shifted slightly.
Then his consciousness withdrew from the Virtual World.
Back in the Real World, Yang Fan sat on the sofa with a faintly peculiar expression.
"He wants me to pull more weight during the expedition, and he specifically reminded me twice..."
Yang Fan tapped the tabletop lightly with his right hand, sinking into thought.
"Why is Han Jue so confident in my strength?"
Ever since Yang Fan entered the banquet, Han Jue's attitude had been a little too enthusiastic.
In fact, his enthusiasm had bordered on abnormal.
Yang Fan was certain that he and Han Jue had only met once in the Foreign-Race Divine Kingdom District.
By all rights, Han Jue had no reason to attach such importance to him.
"Husband, how did the discussion go?"
Just then, Lu Wan emerged from the kitchen carrying a plate of spirit fruit.
"We've settled everything."
Yang Fan took the spirit fruit, then asked as though something had suddenly occurred to him:
"By the way, Wan'er, can anyone look up information in the Frontline Military Merit System?"
Lu Wan paused slightly, then shook her head.
"Of course not."
"The Military Merit System is similar to the student records portals of the two great academies. All the information recorded there is classified as top secret by the Federation."
"Whether in the Virtual World or the Real World, anyone who dares disclose it without authorization could face a