After leaving Guo Jiarui's apartment, Lu Yu slowly returned to his own place. This time, he got fifty million directly from Guo Jiarui, so he could finally return to some semblance of his previous life.
Having spent five years on a deserted island, Lu Yu really didn't care much about money anymore. After all, on the island, strength was paramount, and any amount of money was just useless, without any value.
But although he didn't care much about it, it was undeniable that in today's materialistic society, having money could solve the vast majority of problems. Especially when he wanted to uncover the hidden truth from years ago, money was indispensable.
It was about nine o'clock in the evening when Lu Yu took out his key to open his door. However, just as he stepped into his room without having a chance to turn on the light, he instantly felt something unusual in the air.
