Fantasy so extreme it was like listening to a myth.
Just when he was a bit unsure of what to say,
a snide female chuckle suddenly filled his ears.
"Pretentious, just a Mart trickster."
"I actually thought you were someone with great ambitions and important endeavors, but now it seems you're just another Mart trickster. What's next? Are you going to say that with just a little money, one can purchase an 'Order of Atonement' from you and wash away their sins?"
"These clichéd tricks might fool others, but do you think they can fool me?"
As the voice faded away,
a scantily clad woman, escorted by eight fully armed men, strode into Wang Zhongyi's office. She crossed her arms as she looked toward Chen Yi, who stood by the window, her eyes filled with mockery and scorn.
This woman was the same one who had just entered the elevator.
Originally, she had just come here to take care of some business.