Out of consideration for Chen Xingzhou’s past favors, Wen Wen gave his brother advice. And out of consideration for Ji Jue, she arranged the necessary manpower and provided him with the blessing and power of Minerva. There was nothing else to be done. It could be said she had fulfilled every obligation and then some.

If Ji Jue was actually stubborn enough to use that trick and still couldn’t sort things out, and if he refused to leave, then he would be courting death. At that point, he’d be beyond saving.

Seeing that Ji Jue still wanted to say something, she clenched her fist, the crisp sound of cracking knuckles cutting him off.

“If you really want to thank me, then work hard for me in the future and make money to buy me a few more drinks. Alright, he’s here. You should go.”

Outside Ji Jue’s house, an ordinary-looking black car slowly came to a stop. 

Mr. Lin got out of the car. When he saw Chen Yubo, he finally let out a breath of relief. Then, when he looked toward Ji Jue and the people from the North Mount District,...