Jack Manor.
Chen Lun reclined on the sofa like an elderly man, eating the pastries Floey had just made.
In front of him was a panel invisible to others, with a game forum's live broadcast room opened, currently streaming Polaris's solo performance in real-time.
'Hey... this kid has one-twelfth of my style.'
He licked his fingers, his face full of smiles.
'Not bad! The investment I made in him wasn't in vain; he's put on a high-quality advertisement for me! I believe that in the coming period, more and more players will be crying and shouting to join the Circus... Hmm, but first, I need to filter them through the Iron Fist Gang.'
At this time, Floey slowly walked up behind Chen Lun.
Her hands gently landed on Chen Lun's shoulders, and she began to massage them.
"Huh...?"
Chen Lun looked surprised.
Floey smiled.
"This is something I learned from a book, and it seems it can relieve fatigue."
"Thank you,"
Chen Lun responded with a smile and then relaxed his body.
