You Think Too Highly Of Me!

7 at night.

Fang Ping finished polishing his glaive, looking slightly hesitant. In the end, he put his glaive down.

He might not get to use it this time. Carrying a glaive would only be a burden.

"If I still fail with four high ranks escorting me, then I should just consider myself cursed."

Fang Ping mumbled in a low voice. This mission was not even that risky. 

A simple packing up, a quick check at the pills in his pockets showed that Fang Ping had a total of 11 Resurrection Pills. As long as he was not killed outright, they could still save his life.

…

Outside MCMAU gate.

Zhang Yuqiang smiled while nodding. Holding the car door open, he said, "President Fang, please!"

"Minister Zhang, that's very kind of you."

Fang Ping got into the car. This was Zhang Yuqiang's private car. The one driving in front was his driver.

In the car, Fang Ping took a look at the driver, sighed but said nothing.