"Ok. I got it," Hao Ren answered.

"Where are you? How come it sounds so windy through the phone?" Hao Zhonghua asked.

"I'm behind the library, and there's a vent nearby," Hao Ren hurried to explain.

They were on the top of First Heaven which was almost 2,000 meters above the ground. With planes coming and going, it was undoubtedly quite windy.

"Anyway, your mom and I won't come back for dinner tonight." Hao Zhonghua hung up.

Hao Ren put away his cell phone and put up a red energy sphere around him before riding Little White toward the East Ocean University.

When Qin Shaoyang climbed out from the crater with a black face, Zhao Haoran who was in a suit was sitting in the armchair in the CEO's Office on the top floor of the headquarter of the Mingri Group with a cup of coffee in his hand, glancing at the news on Wallstreet Journal.

The Mingri Group's funds were behind some of the recent international financial activities. Since the group went abroad, it had become one of the main f