Chen Ze propped up his chin, feeling really dreadful. In fact, attending the small-scale station's party had been an even bigger waste of time than he had imagined, and what's more, it was extremely tiring.
Only ghosts knew the kind of reaction and shouts from the crowd when Chen Ze showed up holding the items Hastur had given him, appearing in Hastur's livestreaming persona, which made Chen Ze feel like there were eyes on his back.
"Phew... it's already past 3 in the morning, huh..." Chen Ze glanced at his phone and saw that it was indeed past 3 am. In a sense, in just a few hours, he could open the door and start preparing for business.
The late night in Sun Moon City was very quiet, except for some passing vehicles and nightclubs still operating. Chen Ze tapped his fingers against his briefcase as he watched the scenery outside, now that he had taken that thing off, he could finally escape those dreadful stares.
