Chen Mu took a look around as he sat in the shuttle car before pulling back his gaze. Even given his pitifully limited experience, he was able to tell how luxurious the shuttle car was. That one had a lot more room compared to a two-person shuttle car. It was spacious enough for Chen Mu to even stand up without worrying that his head would hit the roof.
Its huge body—to the point of being bloated—meant its speed would be slower, though that was a small issue. To be a little slower was safer, as well as smoother and more comfortable. It suited the taste of wealthy people, who were after pleasure.
The shuttle car had been sent by the Central Island Firm to pick him up to attend the banquet. The youth named Fei, who'd brought over the invitation, was seated next to the driver. He was called Fei Zheng. Fei Zheng was respectful enough, though he didn't talk much. That was the way Chen Mu liked it, so he simply shut his eyes as though he were sleeping.
