"Mr. Song, gentlemen, please take care."
Lu Li leaned back in his chair, eyes resting on the father and son from the Song Family. He made a polite gesture and spoke.
Even though he had mentally prepared himself, witnessing the scene just now still made Zheng Yaoru's scalp tingle. A fear stemming from the unknown and uncontrollable overwhelmed him, to the point where he didn't even dare meet Lu Li's eyes directly.
Only after hearing Lu Li's voice did Zheng Yaoru snap out of his daze. He quickly responded and, flustered, pushed his equally dazed father toward the exit.
Lu Li watched their departing backs with a faint smile.
"This way, sir..."
As Zheng Yaoru pushed his father out of the study and turned right, Peng Hao, who had been waiting by the door, called out.
"Apologies! So sorry!"
The head of the mighty Song Family, Zheng Yaoru, bowed repeatedly in apology.
He and his father followed behind Peng Hao, re-entered the elevator, and were escorted out of the courtyard.
When they finally left that mysterious place and the iron gates creaked shut behind them...
Zheng Yaoru, now seventy years old, paused in his steps, and his ninety-seven-year-old father, Song Shixiong, trembled slightly in sync.
The two exchanged a glance and saw a lingering fear reflected in each other's eyes.
They turned in unison and looked back at the tranquil garden and building behind them.
Their backs were soaked with sweat…
"In all my near-hundred years of life, I never imagined such an existence could be real in this world."
Song Shixiong slowly closed his eyes, quietly savoring the new vitality surging through his aging body—a tingling, electric sensation as fresh blood flowed through his veins and nourished his entire being.
He opened his eyes and spoke in a deep voice.
"Father... did you really feel it?" Zheng Yaoru asked softly.
"Time is something we mortals cannot touch or see, but I can feel the changes in my body. This newfound vitality is something that nothing but time itself could give."
Song Shixiong's tone was steady.
"Let's go. We'll talk more once we're back. Staying too long outside Mr. Lu's door might offend him—that would be disastrous."
He continued.
For an old man who had clawed his way back from the gates of death, the desire to live—to live long—had consumed all his thoughts.
And so… Lu Li, in his eyes, was a god!
"Transfer the money to Mr. Lu as soon as possible."
"Also, the Guo Family met Mr. Lu before us. From now on, our two families should keep in close contact."
As Zheng Yaoru pushed his father along the stone path, their car waited by the roadside. Old Master Song gave more instructions.
"I understand, Father," Zheng Yaoru replied.
The two got into the car, which gradually drove away.
…
Old Building.
After escorting the Song Family's father and son out, Peng Hao returned to the study and reported to Lu Li:
"Sir, they've left."
"Hmm…"
Lu Li closed the book in his hand, adjusted the gold-rimmed glasses on his nose, and nodded.
With a gentle expression, he looked at Peng Hao and asked with a smile:
"How is your training going lately?"
Peng Hao had been training under one hundred times Time Acceleration. Although it had only been a dozen days in the real world, inside acceleration, it was equivalent to over a year.
More than a year of pure training was no small amount of time.
The transformation Peng Hao had undergone was like being reborn.
"I still can't beat Zhang Xiao."
Peng Hao clenched his fist as he spoke.
Lu Li laughed aloud. That Zhang Xiao was a retired special forces soldier—of course Peng Hao wouldn't catch up so easily.
…
Lu Li stood up.
He walked over to Peng Hao, patted him on the shoulder, and said:
"Come on, let's go take a look."
With that, Lu Li began walking toward the stairwell—he rarely used the elevator.
On the third floor, in Morris's computer lab.
Lu Li stood beside the door.
Knock knock knock... knock knock...
Lu Li rapped on the door.
Robert Tapan Morris, who was wearing headphones and immersed in lines of code, was startled.
He turned and saw Lu Li…
Morris instantly jumped to his feet, and the force of his movement snapped the headphone cable.
"Sir!"
Looking at Lu Li, Morris was both nervous and reverent as he called out.
"It's fine. I just came to check on you."
Lu Li answered calmly.
Hearing Lu Li's words, Morris's face lit up with excitement. He stood at attention, like a soldier awaiting inspection by a general, and said loudly:
"Sir, the social application you asked me to develop is complete. As for the global talent database, progress is at 65% so far; and the global billionaire database is now 70% complete…"
The databases Morris was building were incredibly detailed. He had practically infiltrated half of Blue Star just to extract various forms of information.
"Well done."
Lu Li did not hold back his praise.
This book is provided by FunNovel Novel Book | Fan Fiction Novel [Beautiful Free Novel Book]