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Chapter 138: Abundant Achievements, the Rise of Delicious Food, and a Special Front! (Please subscribe and vote with monthly tickets!)
Italy has a lot to say about how much money can be made later if the story of a luxury brand is told well.

After the ingredients from the other world were incorporated into monetization channels and became development funds for subsequent troops, the importance of the entire project was elevated to the highest level.

In just a few days, a business plan specifically designed for top-tier clients was implemented.

With endorsement from above, credibility is priceless.

Through top-tier channels, invitations are sent to top business tycoons, heads of overseas aristocratic families, and those truly suffering from illness and yearning to regain their health.

From various technology conferences to private clubs and high-end offline economic forums.

A business miracle happened quietly.

Beijing, Shanghai, Shenzhen...

A message has been circulating in the top circles of almost all first-tier cities.

The higher-ups are leading an extremely important project that has yielded results. This project, which cost a huge sum of money and used genetic modification technology and countless rare and precious materials, has cultivated a batch of "god-level ingredients" comparable to those in novels.

Long-term use can revive withered trees and allow the elderly to relive the joys of their youth.

It can make a man who is unable to perform sexually indulge in nightly revelry.

It can even help women of average appearance undergo a transformative second development.

Although the price is astronomical and unattainable for ordinary people, the annual fee for a single person starts at tens of millions, and a basic dietary therapy costs as much as five million, and it needs to be taken for a long time to be effective!
However, when those who tasted the food discovered that there was a truly magical effect, word-of-mouth spread like wildfire within the top family.

When some well-connected people heard that these items would cost at least seven times the price if purchased by overseas friends, their sense of superiority immediately surged.
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Modern Logistics Coordination Department.

Li Weiguo held an enamel mug filled with strong tea, his fingers tapping lightly on the latest data report, his face bearing the simplest and most content smile of an old farmer seeing his granary overflowing.

It's good to have a big tree to lean on for shade.

In just three days, a project went from nothing to something and then began to generate revenue.

"To date, a total of 317 people have paid the annual fee and booked the first month's course of treatment."

There are so many rich people in China.

The membership fee is ten million a year, and the ingredients have to be paid separately, but buyers keep coming.

The 317 people represent 3.17 billion RMB, and there are currently 60 people buying overseas as well.

Moreover, the price difference is seven times for dozens of people overseas.

That's seven billion in membership fee revenue!

The consumption of ingredients is also a major expense.

These people have tasted the sweetness of success, and in the future they will spend at least 500 million every month, earning tens of billions a month.

Within a few days, a large number of customers were acquired.

All they have to give up is a small but timely supply of chilled and fresh food.

Dongfeng Express delivers quickly, allowing these people to enjoy almost completely fresh food.

In terms of cost, the most expensive parts are probably transportation and food preparation.

These common goods, which are readily available in other worlds and sold by the ton, are now rampant among the wealthy in the modern world!
Those wealthy people who were unaware of the inside story still thought these things were worth the price.

This was a special kind of Robin Hood-style redistribution.

It's a pity I can't tell more people about it.

Over this period of time, everyone has confirmed that the food from the other world is indeed useful.

According to test data from long-term use by warriors in the other world, within just half a month, their immunity, skin condition, and cardiovascular health will show visible improvement.

Aquatic products from the Long Lake region, in particular, show remarkable effects when nourished by magical particles.

Once the first course of treatment is over, these wealthy individuals who have money to burn and are willing to spend it on life-saving treatments will visibly see their bodies improve, and they'll probably be begging for more treatment.

After all, what's most precious in life? Health and youth.
Those old folks who have struggled and enjoyed their whole lives, still dream of being able to have a pear tree in full bloom and a crabapple tree in full bloom at ninety?

A famous painter who is almost ninety years old got married.

Li Weiguo took a sip of the scalding hot tea and sighed contentedly.

He looked up at Wang Kaixuan, who was standing ramrod straight beside him: "Xiao Wang, have the things been delivered to the old scientist and the meritorious veteran?"

"Reporting to General Manager Li, all have been distributed." Xiao Wang replied immediately, "As you instructed, they have all been disguised, and there will be absolutely no leaks."

Those who dedicate their lives to the country deserve the best benefits.

Doesn't that seem unfair?

But while they were making sacrifices behind the scenes, what were the others doing?

While no profession is inherently superior or inferior, the positive impact of a profession on society can be categorized into different levels.

While Li Weiguo and his comrades, who never forgot their original aspirations, were wielding their sickles against the wealthy, they had already quietly delivered the most lucrative fruits to the tables of heroes.

Anyway, the resources are plentiful, and if the secret is kept, it can last for a long time.

What they received were "organizational gifts" and "new-style nutritious meals".

The elderly people are unaware that the ordinary piece of fish in their bowls has long been priced at tens of thousands of yuan per meal in the market.

Xiao Wang thought for a moment and added, "Yesterday, Mr. Zhang from the Academy of Agricultural Sciences called me and said that the 'premium fish and meat' we sent this time tasted great. He ate it for two days and his stomach felt warm and cozy. Even his decades-old rheumatism has been relieved a lot. He asked if he could have some to share with some old friends."

Upon hearing this, Li Weiguo chuckled: "What was your answer?"

"I said that the quantity of these items was extremely small and that I would try my best to obtain them later, and that's how I managed to get away with it."

"Well done." Li Weiguo nodded, a sly glint in his eyes. "It won't be long before our food becomes known among the overseas wealthy. We need to make the most of this opportunity; it's the initial funding for our pioneering team's healthy operation!"

If they could truly monopolize the international high-end market, it would be estimated that they would have tens of billions of dollars in funding each year.

These funds would be more than enough to keep things running unless a major war broke out.

Moreover, they have countless materials and supplies on their side.

"Rest assured! Wealthy people overseas, especially those in desert regions, trust us and feel safe eating here."

Wang Kaixuan hesitated for a moment: "By the way, Mr. Li, some people... you know, those wealthy people who have changed their citizenship overseas, have been complaining about this. They say they are of Chinese descent!"

Li Weiguo sneered: "After they paid the 250 yuan fee for renouncing their citizenship, they knew that they and we had become two different kinds of people."

There's no such thing as having your cake and eating it too, or pleasing both sides in this world.

If it's an administrative agency, they might give preferential treatment to those of Chinese descent.

But they aren't...

They are the military!
"Sigh, what a pity. One person has already paid back tens of millions, and is still gritting their teeth to make purchases. Tsk tsk..."

Li Weiguo laughed.

He put down his teacup, his gaze returning to the astronomical sum on the screen, and his smile deepened.

Using the money of these wealthy people to support the early-stage resource supply of the pioneering team can also extend the lives of our heroes.

This deal was definitely worth it!

Unfortunately, these things cannot be shared with more people.

Just then, Xiao Wang's phone vibrated. He glanced at it and his expression turned somewhat strange.

"Mr. Li, we just received a message..."

"That famous old painter in the circle, the one you mentioned before, who is eighty-eight years old and still thinking about having a second chance at painting."

"Oh, what then?"

"Hehe...I heard his little wife ran away!!!"
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Another world, a pioneer's camp.

The soldiers, jokingly referred to as the "bird droppings squad," were sitting together enjoying a hearty meal.

These rare and precious ingredients, which are sold at exorbitant prices in the modern world and are reserved for the ultra-wealthy, are merely the finest rations that the soldiers are accustomed to eating until they are stuffed.

Some soldiers, having eaten meat for a long time, craved the small green vegetables and various other vegetables produced in the other world.

"Oh my god, it smells so good!"

Warrior Gu Yuze wolfed down a large piece of golden-brown, crispy fried fish, his eyes squinting with happiness.

He was unaware that this type of fish fillet had been sold for as much as 5000 yuan per bite among the world's wealthy.

"It smells delicious, but we eat fish every day. When will we be able to eat some delicacies made in another world?"

The other soldier muttered something, but his hands didn't stop moving at all.

The young man beside him remained silent, his head bowed as he sipped the milky white fish soup.

The delicious flavor melted on his tongue, but he couldn't taste it.

Because he wanted to make a name for himself.

After eating and drinking their fill, the soldiers dispersed in twos and threes to rest.

Lang Junshi took out a cigarette, lit it, and silently watched the construction vehicles roaring in the distance. His eyes were calm, revealing no emotion.

Since their last mission to capture crows failed, their class hasn't received any decent dangerous missions.

They spend their days either on guard duty or doing security work.

suffocated.

The military is a place that values ​​honor and combat achievements the most.

Although many comrades don't mention the bird droppings squad!

But the nickname "Bird Droppings Class" was like a clump of sludge that couldn't be shaken off, sticking tightly to them and making the whole class hold back their anger.

Simply getting angry is useless; without opportunities to demonstrate your abilities or engage in combat, it's all for nothing.

The otherworldly beings recently unleashed a series of spells, attempting to destroy the human forces. This was the perfect opportunity to distinguish myself.

At that time, the rocket force and air defense force made many contributions.

They all made a great impression and earned enough merit to bring glory to their ancestors.

Even when dealing with the magma dragon later on, some engineers piloting liquid nitrogen actually reaped quite a harvest.

And they, who are clearly the best of the best, are assigned the task of being the last line of defense.

Later, when the long-range artillery units made significant contributions, they could only follow behind and clean up the battlefield. Their achievements were recorded alongside those of their allies, making them seem rather unremarkable.

That's why they are so eager to get rid of the stigma of being called the "bird droppings class".

But this is incredibly difficult; it requires real, tangible achievements.

Now, aside from the tedious task of covering the oil engineering troops as they build roads to the far north, their superiors seem to have forgotten about them.

The more he thought about it, the more agitated he became.

He stubbed out his cigarette and lit another one.

Then a cat-shaped car painted with snow camouflage sped by and stopped a short distance away, from which a captain jumped out.

"My lord is truly!"

A loud, clear shout made him stand up straight as a reflex.

"To!"

"We have a mission from above, follow me!"

Lang Junshi's spirits lifted instantly, and the gloom in his eyes vanished.

"Yes!"

He got into the car with the captain and was taken to the mobile vehicle command center at the front.

Inside the command center, which was converted from a heavy truck, the atmosphere was tense and busy. Officers and technicians in various training uniforms moved back and forth, and data streams flashed rapidly on the holographic screen.

Lang Jun stood upright and waited for a while before he saw his battalion commander finish his work.

"Young Master, have you been in a bad mood lately?"

"Battalion Commander, it's nothing, my soldiers and I are all fine!" Lang Junshi replied against his conscience.

"Haha, this time I have a very tedious but extremely important task for your class. Can you handle it?" the battalion commander said succinctly.

"Commander, please give instructions! I guarantee the mission will be completed!" Lang Junshi's voice was filled with barely suppressed excitement.

The battalion commander pulled up an electronic map, tapped it, and the image of a mountain peak was immediately magnified.

"Oil extraction requires absolute signal integrity in the later stages. To prepare for possible super blizzards in the far north, the electronic warfare engineers selected this location after evaluation."

The battalion commander pointed to the solitary mountain peak: "It is 780 meters above sea level and is the highest point within dozens of kilometers. Although the mountain is steep, the top is flat, making it an excellent location to build a high-signal relay radar station."

“This place is 7 kilometers in diameter from our route. There is no road there yet, and it will take some time for the engineering troops to advance in that direction.”

"Considering that we may encounter another backlash from the undead scourge when we advance into the far north, we need to accelerate the construction of a radar station here. This place will also be our strategic communication node in the future, a rear communication base to ensure communication after extreme environments occur."

Lang Junshi immediately became excited.

"Your mission is to parachute here with the helicopters, then provide cover for the engineering troops, assist them in building the radar station, and be responsible for the security of the outpost. Until the road is completed and the follow-up troops take over from you."

Upon hearing that it was merely a guard duty, Lang Junshi's burning anticipation cooled considerably, but he showed no sign of it on his face; it was a soldier's duty.

"We guarantee the mission's success and the safety of our engineers!"

"Okay." The battalion commander nodded, seemingly seeing through his thoughts, and added, "Go ahead, your company commander will contact you later. This mission is not easy, think carefully about how to defend it."

"Yes!"

Lang Junshi saluted, turned around and walked out of the command center.

The cold air filled his lungs, calming his agitated mind.

Although it was another guard duty, he was rather disappointed, but the battalion commander's last words kept lingering in his mind.

"Think carefully about how to defend it."

This is not just an order, it's more like a test.

The military is a world of the strong. Do you want more challenging missions?
Go and finish your current task!
Lang Junshi stopped in his tracks, glanced back at the marked hill on the map, and a smile suddenly appeared on his lips.

Who says guards can't make a name for themselves?
Since trouble won't come to their "bird poop class," they'll just turn that mountain into a trap that anyone who comes across will be doomed!

At the Octagon, Johnson is processing the latest intelligence information.

The previous incident of a fighter jet crashing into the sea, after being sensationalized by the Eagles and countless media outlets, was ultimately portrayed as a pilot error.

They've come back a little late, so they're saving face.

However, recently in the military field, especially some military orders that should have been theirs, this bad experience has made many people around the world hesitant.

Many forces are preparing to attend the military equipment exhibition in the East, which is held only once every two years, to see if the East has any good stuff to show off recently.

Thinking about the recent cursing and expressions of those from the military-industrial complex vying for contracts to develop the latest generation of aircraft, Johnson gritted his teeth.

"Shameless bastards, the Federation will be destroyed by you."

Johnson thought this to himself, then took a sip of brandy.

ding dong~
A message has been sent.

The message came from a girl whose name was "The kitten is cute".

This young woman was his subordinate's fiancée, the servant girl he was about to marry at his command. Her expression was a signal of safety.

Johnson responded with a matching emoji, a signal that everything was safe.

"Master, let Peter work overtime today, I miss you! I've prepared my wedding dress for the wedding today."

"Okay! I'll arrange it. Besides the wedding dress, you also need to bring your Lilith cosplay outfit! I plan to play the role a lot today."

"As you wish, Master."

Johnson put down the message and placed his phone face down on the table.

He lit a cigar, the pungent smoke swirling on his tongue, thinking about how to get his subordinates to work overtime automatically.

A plan quickly formed in his mind.

He then dialed his subordinates' internal hotline.

"Peter, come to my office."

Less than a minute later, a young white man with dark circles under his eyes pushed open the door and entered.

Peter was dressed in a suit and wearing thick glasses, looking like an honest man. He came with his laptop, clearly experienced in dealing with superiors looking for him.

"Any good news, Peter?" Johnson exhaled a smoke ring.

"Sir, I don't have it here, but there's a new discovery in Aeneas."

Peter quickly turned his notebook toward Johnson, where several translated and organized images were displayed on the screen.

Johnson's gaze fell on it, and his brows furrowed slightly.

"That prince of Sha, spending a fortune just to eat a few fish from the East?"

He looked at the exquisitely plated red fish in the picture, his tone carrying a hint of scrutiny.

Is there any inside information involved?

As a seasoned intelligence officer, he never believed things could be so simple.

Behind a single dish might lie a priceless arms deal.

An ordinary banquet may be the ticket to a brand new alliance of interests.

Just like in Mexico, a cream puff isn't just a cream puff; it's a delicious transformation into a donut.

“Sir, the World Robotics and Artificial Intelligence Conference is being held there,” Peter added. “Although that prince named Abdul is not well-known, his itinerary is too coincidental. Now that you mention it, we also suspect that this is some kind of smokescreen.”

"An illusion..."

Johnson tapped his fingertips lightly on the table, making a dull sound.

"Yes, a smokescreen. Keep a close eye on him, mark him carefully. I need to know if Sha is looking to buy some new toy from the East again, especially to confirm if they've acquired any military robots."

“Sir, your insight always amazes me! I never thought of that.”

"Alright," Johnson said with a smile, waving his hand. "This will come in handy."

He took out a cigar and handed it to Peter: "The last time the fighter jet incident made the higher-ups very unhappy. The bosses of those military-industrial complexes have been calling me non-stop. They desperately need an Easterner to have a scandal."

He looked at Peter, his eyes sharpening.

"You, notify the ring needle team, use this exorbitantly priced meal as a pretext, and make this a big story. Go all out to exaggerate the extravagance and corruption of the privileged class over there, and deepen the stereotypes in the minds of those opportunistic areas and the poor."

“Understood, sir!” Peter nodded immediately.

"Do it today, immediately! The higher-ups need it!" Johnson suddenly emphasized.

“What?” Peter was stunned. “But… sir, I have a date tonight. My fiancée is waiting for me. She tried on her wedding dress today and sent me photos. My God, she’s an angel! I can’t keep an angel waiting.”

As he spoke, Peter wore a happy yet slightly tired smile, and even considered taking out his phone to share his joy.

Johnson's smile became enigmatic.

"That's why, Peter, you need to work even more overtime."

He stood up, walked over to Peter, and patted him on the shoulder.

"Your fiancée will be a good wife and a reasonable girl. She will understand that you are fighting for the cause of the Federation, and she will understand you. You are a Federation hero. Work hard, and this month, I will raise your performance review to the highest level."

Johnson paused for a moment, then threw out the final bait.

"Your superiors say they're evaluating outstanding federal employees. I think your monthly salary could be increased by another $250."

Two hundred and fifty dollars.

Peter's smile immediately brightened.

He imagined his fiancée in her wedding dress, and he also thought that the two hundred and fifty dollars would make their honeymoon a little more comfortable.

Finally, he lowered his head, like a deflated balloon.

"Thank you for your guidance, sir. I will explain to my fiancée."

"Go, the Federation will remember your contributions."

Peter turned and left, the office door closing softly behind him.

Johnson's smile widened completely as he slowly picked up his phone and unlocked the screen.

On the screen was a message that read, "The kitten is so cute."

A photograph shows a beautiful girl in a pure white wedding dress, Peter's fiancée.

There was a line of text below the photo.

"Master, do you like the wedding dress? I'm ready, you can take it off anytime and change into your favorite Lilith suit."

Johnson admired the photo and replied with two words.

"Wait."

…………

Peter returned to his workstation, his disappointment vanishing completely.

Two hundred and fifty dollars!

He quickly calculated that his weekly salary was $1,250 and his monthly salary was $5000. This was a $250 increase in just one month, enough to cover his utility bills!
Peter smiled happily, his heart pounding. With such a big raise, his monthly salary would be $3250 a year!

This was a lot of money; it was enough for him and his fiancée to stay in the most luxurious hotel in Hawaii for a whole week, instead of squeezing into a motel with only a small bed.

He could even buy her that luxury handbag she'd looked at so many times!

Thinking about this, Peter felt full of energy. The fatigue from working overtime and the frustration of having his date canceled were completely washed away by this real US dollar.

Long live the Federation!

Long live Mr. Johnson!
He hummed a little tune and sent a message to his fiancée first.

There was no reply from them; they're probably still making pastries.

He then opened the internal communication software and found an encrypted group codenamed "Ring Needle".

Peter: "Guys, we've got work tonight, top priority."

Someone in the group immediately wailed.

"Boss, I've already taken my pants off, ready to watch a thrilling game!"

"Boss, my daughter's ballet performance is about to begin!"

Peter typed a line, a knowing smile playing on his lips.

Peter: "Mr. Johnson personally ordered that this month's performance reviews be given full marks, and project bonuses be increased by one percent."

There was a three-second silence in the group chat.

The next moment, messages started flooding the screen.

"Received! Guaranteed to complete the task!"

"My daughter will understand that I am fighting for the honor of the Federation!"

"What's a game compared to working overtime! I love my job, and it makes me happy!"

Seeing his subordinates' instantly changed expressions, Peter nodded in satisfaction. He skillfully packaged the documents Johnson had given him and distributed them.

"Target: the East, an exorbitantly priced fish feast."

"The entry point is luxury, corruption, and alienation from ordinary people."

“Remember, we’re not writing news; we’re creating emotion once again. We want every ordinary person who sees this news to feel suspicion and hatred towards their leaders. We want to drive a nail of distrust deep into their society.”

"Use the most exaggerated headlines and the most emotionally charged pictures to convert the price of those fish into the equivalent of how many years' wages an average worker would earn. Go to their most popular social media platforms and complain and express your anger in the voice of the locals!"

"Let's get moving, guys! Let our friends in the East feel the storm from the free world!"

After arranging the work, Peter leaned back in his chair and let out a long sigh of relief.

He picked up his phone again, opened it, and saw the message his fiancée had just sent him.

In the photo, she is wearing a wedding dress and smiling like an angel untouched by the world, with the caption, "I saw you're working overtime. Waiting for you, honey!"

A wave of guilt washed over him, but it was quickly replaced by anticipation for the future.

He wrote a text message: "Honey, I'm so sorry this time. The urgent task at work was too important, and I've let you down again. This time, Mr. Johnson gave me a big raise! Our honeymoon after the wedding will be in Hawaii! I love you!"

After clicking send, the phone screen lit up quickly, and his fiancée replied with a message instantly.

"It's okay, darling, you have work to do! I'm so proud of you! I'll be waiting for you at home tonight, and I love you again! (ω)"

Peter's heart almost melted when he saw that heart-shaped emoticon.

Peter felt like the happiest man in the world.

Success in one's career, with a beautiful woman by one's side.

I feel so happy!
However, busy with his work, he didn't notice that shortly after the message was sent, Johnson drove away from the Octagon.
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A few hours later, in the world on the other side of the network, night was falling.

A post appeared quietly in the local life section of a relatively niche social forum.

The title is simple: "One meal cost the equivalent of ten years' salary for an average person! Who is it?"

The post contained a deliberately blurred photo of a strangely shaped large red fish.

It was served on a plate. The background was a corner of a lavishly decorated private room, where several hands wearing expensive watches could be vaguely seen.

The main text is written in a local tone, filled with righteous indignation and a sense of grievance:

"Brothers, I was working as a waiter at XX Hotel today, and I saw it with my own eyes! The VIP in the private room ordered a fish, and I glanced at the menu—888888! That's right, six eights!"

"And that doesn't even include the drinks and service fees! My monthly salary is 3,500 yuan. I did the math, and I'd have to work for 20 years without eating or drinking! Who are they anyway? Why do they spend so much money? Are we working ourselves to the bone just to feed them a single fish?"

The moment the post was published, it was forwarded and commented on by more than a dozen accounts that had been lying in wait for a long time.

"Holy crap! Really? This fish is made of gold?"

"Twenty years... My mortgage is exactly twenty years, and I just broke down."

"My girlfriend left me because of this!"

"Don't ask, the answer is we didn't try hard enough." This comment was followed by a dog emoji, full of self-deprecation and sarcasm.

The post was like a drop of water thrown into boiling oil, instantly causing an uproar.

Countless night owls flocked in from all corners, and the comment section refreshed at a rate of dozens of messages per second.

"Aaaaah... Investigate! We must investigate! Find out which bastard is so extravagant!"

"This is what we call..."

"Be careful, OP, your post might get deleted! Quickly take a screenshot and save it!"

Peter was at his workstation in the circular needle group, watching the data streams on the screen flow like cheerful, rushing streams.

On the monitoring panel, the graph representing the topic's popularity is climbing upwards.

"Boss, the topic of 'fish feast' is about to hit the trending list and become a hot search!"

"Boss, it's up! The discussion is heating up, haha... Uh... According to plan, start deleting!"

"Several comments questioning the authenticity have been bombarded with angry comments from Easterners, leading to their accounts being deleted, hahaha!"

"The plan was a great success!"

The subordinates excitedly reported their victory, their voices filled with the joy of winning a battle.

Peter smiled and slowly picked up his coffee, taking a sip.

"Don't stop, Photoshop in a picture of a coal mine owner from the East who married off his daughter a few years ago."

"Roger that!"

Peter left and returned to his workstation.

He leaned back in his chair, feeling the thrill of his adrenaline surging.

At this time of year, he felt like an invisible conductor, who, from thousands of miles away, could stir up an emotional storm that swept through countless people with a mere wave of his hand.

He clicked on his fiancée's profile picture again, and looking at her pure and smiling face in her wedding dress, the guilt he felt had long since vanished.

He was fighting for their future, for his children's future.

For the sunshine and beaches of Hawaii, for that luxury handbag, and to make her smile so happily forever.

ding dong~
The phone rang again; it was a message from some informants lurking in the East.

"We've captured new intelligence on our end."

Peter looked at the picture and found that it contained some unimportant things.

"1000 USD!"

"Ok!"

He took out his phone and made a call: "Send $1000 to D-175, and the remaining $2500 will be handled the usual way!"

"Ok."

Some time later, $250 was deposited into one of his game accounts.

……

At the same time, a black sedan smoothly came to a stop in front of an apartment building.

Johnson turned off the engine, and the interior lights automatically turned on.

He glanced at his phone; a new message he had just received was displayed on the screen.

The sender was Peter's fiancée.

In the photo, she is wearing a pure white wedding dress and an exquisite choker with a silver "L" pendant hanging from it.

The text accompanying the photo is filled with submission and longing.

"This servant is ready and awaits your punishment."

Johnson locked his phone without expression and opened the car door.

The apartment building's automatic doors slid open silently, engulfing his tall figure in a warm, bright light.

(End of this chapter)