Training

The day after his discharge, Feng Fan headed straight to the SIF headquarters. Since he had been in the hospital, the team's car was no longer with him, it was now in Liang Mingxia's possession.

He considered taking a taxi but quickly dismissed the thought. He was too broke. Even a bus fare was a stretch for his current financial situation.

'Today, I'll make sure Director Mao gives me an advance payment!'

Luckily, it only took him half an hour to run there. His current cultivation stage not only made him faster but also gave him far more stamina.

Upon arriving, Feng Fan walked straight into Director Mao's office—without knocking.

"Director Mao, I'm back! Did you miss me?" A grin tugged at Feng Fan's lips as he met Mao Jiang's displeased gaze.

"Couldn't you at least knock?" Mao Jiang sighed.

Ignoring the comment, Feng Fan strode up to his desk and slammed his hands down. "Director Mao, please, give me an advance payment!"