Back in the day, any ordinary task for the White Wolf Troop raked in millions in commissions. Leading a mission once put at least two million in his pockets, enough to buy a car without a problem.
But now, his identity was that of a student. He couldn't possibly go abroad to take on missions, could he? That was completely unrealistic.
After pondering for a while, Lin Feng got up from the bench and walked underneath a pedestrian bridge in the park. He leaned against the bridge pier, sighing at how unfair the world was. Had his bank card and ID reincarnated with him, his life wouldn't be so complicated. He could just withdraw money and buy a luxury car!
Could it be that I, the revered King of Soldiers, have to stoop so low as to take up construction work?
Trying to hold back the tears, Lin Feng looked up at the sky and muttered sarcastically, "Heaven, give me some money, or your son will be born without an asshole!"
FLUTTER, FLUTTER, FLUTTER...
