Be Gentle

At a luxuriously decorated private room of a large restaurant in Qi City.

Inside, sat three people. They ordered a table full of good wine and good food, and were slowly eating and chatting.

These three people were the three young workers who made a din at Vigilante A's farm villa the previous night.

The farm was not the Draconic Penitentiary, nor was it the Draconic Realm. The people working there could naturally come and go as they pleased.

However, they had to use a special entrance to enter. Otherwise, they would not be able to enter the maze shrouded farm.

"Is it wrong to want to get ahead? Is it wrong to want to make progress?" Wang Wenqing gulped down a glass of wine in a tone full of complaints.

"It's not wrong. It's not wrong at all. You're smart and quick-witted. It's a shame that talents are everywhere but are only seldom recognized… No one has discovered you yet." The workmate opposite him soothed.