"Junior Brother... sob sob sob... Junior Brother..."
Seven minutes after receiving the call, Xin Chen appeared in front of Gu Tao, dust-covered and weeping, clinging to his arm. Those seven minutes included packing his luggage, casually turning off the lights, and locking the door. The actual flying time was probably less than three minutes, meaning he ran an astonishing four hundred thirty kilometers per minute. To put it another way, he was zooming ahead at two thousand four hundred meters every second, surpassing the speed of an air-to-air missile. No wonder he looked so grubby.
"Alright, stop grossing me out," Gu Tao said, nudging Xin Chen away with his foot. "You reek like burnt pig hair."
"Oh, that's probably because I was going too fast; kind of set myself on fire," Xin Chen replied, sniffing his clothes and trying to hold back his running nose. "I'm just really happy. I thought I'd never see you again. I often went to pay respects to you."
