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The extended limousine was divided into three sections: the front, middle, and back. The front housed the driver's seat, while the middle section was where they were currently seated. The back was reserved for the bodyguards and the butler.
The middle section served as a mobile cabin for the host family. Inside, there were provisions of champagne, fresh caviar, and the ability to prepare hamburgers and fried noodles, along with milkshakes. The ingredients were well-stocked, and at this stage, they could be purchased at supermarkets. Previously, supermarkets limited purchases of flour and rice to a set quantity per person, but now they had begun producing instant noodles in quantities reminiscent of military rations, indicating an improvement in living conditions.
Caviar was a luxury item that wealthy individuals would flaunt to showcase their dominance in the market. No matter how expensive something was, they could obtain it. This was not just any caviar; it was harvested from parasite beasts that posed no infectious threat. Consuming it only brought benefits with no downsides, and regular intake could enhance corresponding abilities. However, its high price meant that even the military could not procure it in bulk.
In recent years, following a so-called reform, there had been a new perspective on known entities in the world. For instance, parasite beasts were categorized into various tiers. The lowest tier consisted of low-level parasite beasts that could be shot down by a soldier wielding a submachine gun.
The classification system divided creatures into four ranks: low, medium, high, and ultimate. Each rank had sublevels ranging from zero upwards; once a certain strength threshold was reached, individuals would ascend to the next level automatically. This new system represented a recalibration of power dynamics made possible by advancements in technology that allowed for complete data materialization.
Using this super technology computer simulation integrated into a new mission information system, several human associations accepted tasks that allowed individuals meeting specific criteria to undertake special missions.
For now, tasks related to parasite beasts were on hold.
The interior of the limousine was lined with soundproofing walls, ensuring that no matter what happened outside—whether it was passersby or other drivers—there would be no distractions.
After all, both the driver and bodyguards needed to remain fully focused on their duties; otherwise, accidents could easily occur.
The vehicle continued its journey under the escort of a team of vehicles surrounding the extended limousine in a protective formation.
"I will explain the remaining matters to my family," Freyr said as he briefed his wife about their experiences during the mission.
"Explain? What is there to explain? The house has been in chaos because of you, especially Grandpa. His health isn't good, and your sudden departure almost gave him a stroke, do you know that? When you get back, you'll have to face the consequences. You've spent so much money out here and wrecked two cars during the mission. Although the family can afford it, you should at least inform us. Leaving without a word has everyone worried sick about you." The woman spoke, her expression indicating that things were not well on their side either. Hearing this, Freyr furrowed his brow tightly, feeling as if a massive stone was lodged in his heart, unable to let go.
Just as one wave of trouble subsided, another arose. He had thought his family would understand his actions.
In reality, many had tried to comprehend his thinking but ultimately gave up on him. If one could understand the mindset of a mission fanatic, they would soon find themselves no different from him.
There was a commonality between businessmen and warriors: the relentless struggle for dominance in their respective arenas. A lack of fighting spirit would lead to elimination.
A businessman could find himself with nowhere to stand, bankrupt and deep in debt, while a warrior in battle faced only death.
Perhaps some fortunate ones might survive, but they would be left with guilt afterward, wondering why they hadn't died alongside their comrades, burdened by an overwhelming sense of remorse. Ultimately, they would choose a path of silence under immense pressure.
"I will solve the problem; I won't run away. So rest assured, your husband will never evade responsibility, even on the battlefield," Freyr declared.
At that moment, the girl pouted and fell silent.
The topic ended there. After turning that page, neither of them continued the conversation. The car moved slowly forward until familiar buildings came into view outside the window.
The vehicle drove into the grassy area surrounding the building, where bodyguards approached from both sides to open the doors.
He stepped out of the car and soon looked up to see a group of people standing at the entrance of the building, their expressions serious as they gazed at him.
These individuals were elders from the family; some were too old and had come out in wheelchairs to greet him.
It was usually not a good sign when matters reached the ears of the family elders, indicating that his reputation had become a significant issue.
After all, the position he had been entrusted with at that school as an Assistant Professor was not something one could easily obtain. Yet, without uttering a word, he had simply walked away, leaving multiple classes unattended.
Not only did this disturb the school administration, but several family elders had to step in to resolve the turmoil caused by his actions.
That school was the only institution in Main City that offered a degree in management, and each student there was backed by their family's business. Even if their businesses were modest, they could sustain a typical family for a lifetime. Despite this, they would not allow their children to develop a lazy attitude; they were heirs of the family. Offending them would create numerous obstacles for the family's future endeavors in the market. His abrupt departure had caused significant negative repercussions and trouble.
When he returned, even his adoptive father, who usually treated him like his own son, had veins bulging on his forehead, unable to suppress his emotions. If possible, he might have lunged at him to demand an explanation for his actions. However, he refrained from doing so because there were still others above him—his father and grandfather—who were watching. He shook his head at the figure in the distance, thinking that this time he couldn’t help him either. He sighed deeply.
"What should I do?" Freyr felt the murderous intent in their gazes. He was not afraid of death or insects, but these people were far more terrifying.
He shifted his gaze to his wife, only to find Su Qian humming an off-key tune as she walked past him nonchalantly.
"Aren't you brave? They won't eat you; they just want to talk. Just tell them what you've been up to these past few years and what you've done. If you can appease them, then do whatever you want," Su Qian replied lightly without looking back as she continued on her way.
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