Countermeasure

"Huh? But... But it's Sunday today."

"Then inform everyone that there'll be a meeting."

Zhao Yuting asked, "What meeting?"

A strange glow flashed in Fang Xingjian's eyes as he thought, 'Since this is the Earth's parallel universe, then this place should also have some kind of connection with Miracle World's parallel world. I may be able to sense the location of my body after finding that connection.

'Then, as one of the wealthy influences in this world, the Fang Clan may know something about the current situation.'

Since Fang Xingjian had only just arrived in this world, he remained prudent.

He brought Zhao Yuting to the garage at the basement, frowned, and asked, "Where's my car?"

Zhao Yuting pointed to a black sports car in the distance and said, "It's this one."

Vroom vroom vroom!