Tang Ming was indifferent, as it didn't make much of a difference to him whether he returned to the villa early or late. Going back didn't give him much to do anyway; he'd either be sleeping in the bedroom or cultivating, but unfortunately, without any poison, he couldn't improve his strength.
In the past, he thought being a bodyguard might come with some excitement, but now, Tang Ming realized that being a bodyguard was, at best, akin to an attendant student—quite dull indeed.
After strolling around for a bit, he headed back to the school and suddenly noticed a black sports car at the school's entrance that was quite an eyeful. He looked at it a few times, thinking, "Such a car can only be driven on domestic roads. If this were in North Africa, it'd have to be an off-road vehicle, the domain of Hummers, Cherokees, and Land Cruisers."
"Tang Ming, that's a Maserati, don't mess it up. Stop fooling around, Liu Meng has something urgent, let's hail a car and head back quickly."
