"What's this? Didn't you see that even the Western Pole Kingdom Navy's Eastern Ocean Command has spoken out? Wow, they directly labeled Absolute Sword as an international fugitive, and there's a global bounty on him."
"Damn, a bounty of one billion? Who are they underestimating here? Do I look like I need a billion?"
"Exactly, for young guys like us, who doesn't handle projects worth billions at night?"
Then, the conversation quickly veered off course, and everyone started focusing on how much a billion was, and how they would spend it if they had it.
Ye Qingzhou quietly put away his phone, and touched his neck with deep emotion: "Looks like my head's getting more and more valuable."
Evening fell, the sun set in the west, and darkness descended.
Zhouzhou Tutoring Class's students left one after another, each returning to their own home and family.
Soon after, a figure jumped in through the window on the second floor.
