Chapter 87 - My Father is Actually a Big Shot
Han rose from the chair and moved toward the door. He tested the handle, but it didn't budge. A faint metallic clank confirmed his suspicion that the agents had locked him inside.
He exhaled in frustration, but he quickly composed himself. Being trapped in a room by bureaucratic lackeys was hardly the worst predicament he had faced. He surveyed the small space and the cold concrete walls.
With no immediate escape route and his body screaming for rest, Han decided to bide his time. He lay down on the hard floor, letting its chill seep into his muscles as he closed his eyes.
"First, I'll recover my strength. Then I'll tear this puny building apart." Han thought.
Because of the accumulated fatigue, he fell into a deep slumber almost instantly.
But instead of descending into the usual black void of sleep, Han found himself in a vivid dream.
