He had originally wanted to ask about the Southern Star Group's background, but on second thought, that did not seem to fit the personality of his new identity.
Arrogant, domineering-what a headache!
"Oh, I can give it a try. But let me make this clear first: if they're stronger than me, I won't throw my life away," Chen Mu said mildly. With Wei'a around, why should he shrink back in fear?
A Sang was overjoyed. "Of course! If even you can't hold them off, sir, then that can only be my fate!"
Just then, the Money Card arrived. A Sang was generous, transferring another five hundred million Odi to the new Money Card without hesitation as an advance payment.
Soon, a servant led Chen Mu away to bathe. After fighting for so long in the Jungle, he was covered in blood and mud, looking every bit a wild man.
Chen Mu was led to a secluded little courtyard, with snow-white walls and blue-green eaves. The hot spring bubbled as though boiling, mist curling above it. Even someone with as little appreciation for life's pleasures as Chen Mu could not help admiring it inwardly. Towels and clothes had already been prepared beside the spring. A maid asked whether he needed any assistance, then withdrew when he shook his head.
Stripping off his ragged clothes, Chen Mu jumped straight into the hot spring.
A layer of white pebbles lined the bottom of the spring. A slight recess along the edge was just right for either sitting or reclining. Most ingenious of all, the bubbling spring outlet was located right there. Whether he sat or reclined, the water gushing up from it felt like a massage.
Immersed in the hot water, his body and mind relaxed of their own accord. Without realizing it,