Lawrence felt his blood run cold. He didn't dare stay there any longer and broke into a run.What made him relieved was that the black beetles weren't fast. At least they were slower than him.He only stopped running when he got back to his street.At that moment, he started asking himself whether he should leave this street or not.It was easy to imagine that this place wouldn't be able to stop the beetles' attack, unless some kind of miracle happened.After ten minutes, the black beetles came into view.Because there was less vegetation here and the beetles were spreading out in all directions, the ones moving toward the street had thinned out.The beetles in front moved like a black stream, slowly flowing forward.Lawrence thought for a moment, then went back to the apartment building. He swapped the pitchfork for a club and returned to the end of the street.Ten more meters. Five more meters. He stopped and swung the club down on the beetles.The club smashed them without much sou

After this, Lawrence felt a flood of new understanding flow into his mind.He quickly put down his fork and stepped away from the kitchen island. He moved to the open space in his living room where he sometimes practiced.No one was around. Just the quiet hum of the city far below and the soft light filtering through the floor-to-ceiling windows.After a short break and drinking some water to settle his stomach, Lawrence started running through Bajiquan routines. Then he practiced the Six Harmonies Great Spear for one round, using an imaginary spear since he didn't keep one in his penthouse.When he finally stopped and let out a tired breath, his face showed genuine happiness. His understanding of Bajiquan had deepened. Things he hadn't grasped before now made sense. The movements flowed smoother.The gap between him and his senior apprentice brothers was still huge. But reaching Master level in Bajiquan gave him the equivalent of years of training and knowledge packed into his mind a

Three hours later, Lawrence was ready to throw his laptop out the window.He leaned back in the expensive chair, ran both hands through his hair, and let out a groan that echoed off the books he'd never read. The spreadsheet on his screen stared back at him like a personal enemy."Okay. Okay. I can do this."He'd started strong. Opened the files, nodded along to Hazel's notes, felt confident. Then he hit the projections section.Revenue forecasts. User acquisition costs. Lifetime value calculations. Ad revenue modeling based on current engagement metrics.He knew these terms. He'd sat through lectures on them. But knowing what something means and actually making the numbers work were two different things.Lawrence grabbed his phone and typed into YouTube: "how to understand startup financial projections for beginners."Thirty minutes later, he'd watched three videos, taken notes on a pad he found in the drawer, and felt marginally less stupid.Then he hit another wall."What the hell

"Okay, I understand you now." Lawrence said, keeping his expression neutral. "Who do you want me to save?""The person I want you to save goes by the name Isabella Houston. The daughter of the Houston family from Ultra City. The wound on my shoulder which is slowly healing was caused by Isabella's personal guard.""Huh?" Lawrence was confused. "Why did he injure you?""Well, I felt the best way to get the organization to at least take me as a friend was to catch one of their targets for them. I thought if I could get in that way, then I could save Isabella and get the information all at once before leaving.""Wait, why did you catch her? Why do they need those girls?" Lawrence asked, genuinely puzzled. "Using Sophia and Isabella as examples, their backgrounds, personalities, and jobs are completely different. The only thing that makes them similar is their top-notch beauty.""I'm not sure myself. But from what I heard, the people they catch either have a specific type of ability from

In the private room, in addition to Black Boss whom Lawrence had met before, there was also a bald middle-aged man and a girl who looked eighteen or nineteen years old. The girl was lying unconscious on the sofa, presumably the Xiao family's daughter, Xiao Hanyu, as mentioned by Qin Mie and others.As Lawrence's gaze swept over them, he looked towards Black Boss and the bald middle-aged man. At the same time, they also stared at Lawrence firmly. Especially the bald middle-aged man, his gaze flickered uncertainly as he asked, "Kid, who are you and how did you get in here? This is a private club, guarded by people at the door. But there was no warning outside when you came in. Even when you were outside just now, I didn't notice anything. It's terrifying."It should be noted that his martial arts cultivation had already reached the peak of inner strength. Even if he was just one step away from the transformation realm, his visual, auditory, and perceptual abilities were very powerful.