The hefty sum of 65,000 had been completely squandered by Lu Luo. Aside from the single dollar needed to ride the orbital train, he truly didn't have a cent to his name.
Lu Luo sauntered back to Circle Studio and, amid the scrutinizing gazes of the other four, sat in his old, worn boss chair like a child who had done something wrong.
Zhou Kai, grinning, handed Lu Luo a cup of water and asked in a gentle, concerned voice, "Boss Lu, where did you wander off to these past three days? Did you spend all the money? Was it thrilling?"
They were scared stiff by poverty; Lu Luo was not. In his previous life, he had been well-off, so he simply nodded honestly.
"Spent it all, and yeah, it felt great."
Zhou Kai's heart bled—65,000! An amount a regular person wouldn't earn in ten years, just gone like that?
It was the feeling of having just acquired a large sum, only to have it spent by someone else.
A mix of jealousy and frustration made Zhou Kai snarky.