Chen Yu didn't know how much time had passed.
The night deepened to its extreme.
With his feet stepping out in a broad stance and his shoulders swaying dominantly, Chen Yu walked out of the Enforcement Center's main gate with his head held high and looking fiercely dashing.
Behind him, were the young man with the duckbill cap and the long-haired man, among others, all bending their knees submissively.
The way they looked at Chen Yu's back was as if they were gazing upon a victorious king returning home.
The chubby neighbor even pulled out his phone to play a song, "Irreplaceable~ The original sentiments♫" by FBI.
Everyone exuded utter submission.
"Yu," the young man bowed respectfully, "how did you manage to get so many... treasures?"
"Huh."
Leading the way back to the embassy, Chen Yu was too lazy to answer. Instead, he just strutted along boldly to the rhythm of the GBA, pulling off a swagger that was off the charts.
Where did all those treasures come from?
