"Here's my contact information, Mr. Luo. Please get in touch once you arrive in Hiroshima. Given the late hour, we'll take our leave now and allow you to rest. Pleasant dreams!"
With that, the City Lord and his secretary exited the hotel teahouse.
Once they had departed, Long Jianfei entered, questioning, "What did the City Lord want from you, Little Luo?"
"He's invited me to partake in a TV show," Luo Feng replied, a chuckle escaping his lips.
"A TV show? What kind of show?"
"It's a treasure hunting program. But it's all staged—scripted scenarios and pre-planned discoveries. Quite disappointing, really," Luo Feng sighed, a trace of dissatisfaction tainting his features.
"We should remain cautious. This could be a trap designed to tarnish your reputation," Long Jianfei warned instantly.
"I have no concerns about that. My reputation speaks for itself," Luo Feng responded with calm indifference.
