Mu Fan was really powerless to deal with this chatterbox Black. He walked across the boarding bridge with amazement, and through the glass guard wall, he could see the real Abyss beneath him. His target was the gigantic steel mountain in front of him. The butler methodically led Mu Fan into a private compartment. As the mechanical door opened, and under the dim blue light, four sofa chairs lay still. Mu Fan walked over and fastened the safety buckle according to the butler's instructions.
"Young Master Mu Fan, this is the exclusive room of the Fowen Consortium. Please sit tight. There will be a feeling of weightlessness when we pass through the Earth Core in a moment. It's a normal phenomenon, so please do not panic," the butler kindly reminded.
"Another wave of pretentiousness coming through," Lord Black said indignantly in the earphones, very displeased with Mu Fan ignoring his antics.