This could be considered a form of surveillance, but the messages from the two were more serious than each other. Fang Hua's messages were all mission information, while Fang Rong's messages were simply reminders from his mobile carrier to pay his phone bill. He was a homebody and didn't have a single friend.

Fang Rong took on several less-than-ideal missions and even saved a young master who was faking suicide. He was making a lot of noise but wouldn't jump, lingering upstairs for a long time.

The group of people below were so nervous they were sweating, and they kept trying to persuade him.

"Young master, please come down quickly." He pleaded earnestly.

"Go ahead and jump! If you don't, you'll never be my brother again." The ignorant younger sister.

“What have we, a respectable family, done to wrong you? Why are you putting on this act?” This woman appears to be the second concubine.

"Liangzong, if you keep making trouble, your stepfather and I will never be together again. Come down now."

In 2180, females will be called "Little Dad." Being a female is great; you can be willful, put on makeup, wear skirts, and look beautiful every day.

Being pampered in the arms of a male, sheltered from the wind and sun, and having everything one could want.

The key is their rarity; scarcity increases value, making them especially popular in a world where males make up 70% of the population.

I don't understand why the owner of this house wouldn't want a female?

"Liangzong, your stepfather is capable; he can live without men. Stop making a fuss and come down." This must be the male and female pair.

Honestly, she's very beautiful, with a classic, mature beauty. What man couldn't find a woman like that?

"I chose to leave; this little courtyard can't keep me here." The female could no longer hide the truth and had to speak up.

No wonder, no one would be willing to chase away a female like that.

"Dad, why are you leaving?" The boy who faked jumping off the building finally spoke.

He's still a teenager, and his thinking is rather naive. He thinks that if they make a fuss, they'll reconcile, but that's impossible.

Fang Rong leaned on the railing opposite him, watching with boredom. He hated these people who were just pretending to jump off buildings because they had money to burn.

How many people who truly need help can't get through on the phone? Even if they do get through, all available resources are sent out but no one comes to their rescue. What if it's a life-threatening emergency?

A strong gust of wind blew by, and the boy lost his balance, as if he had been suddenly pushed from behind, and fell down violently.

Fang Rong was the one who did it. He wanted to teach the kid a lesson so he would never dare to do such a thing again. Accidents can happen easily. If he hadn't been there today, the kid would have died in the accident.

Of course, there is another reason: to finish the task as soon as possible. What kind of behavior is it to keep dawdling like this?

Fang Rong soared into the sky, grabbing his collar and pulling him up at the last second.

Then, as a matter of routine, I asked about the situation. Playing tricks on the police can get you into trouble.

He noted this down in his file, knowing that someone would come looking for trouble later.

We need to investigate the matter thoroughly and, incidentally, teach the ignorant teenager a lesson.

It was really not worth wasting more than ten minutes on this, and it also wasted a lot of energy.

I really don't know why there are so many bored people in this world. If you're going to die, die in a corner where no one is around. Don't go to crowded and noisy places and drag others down with you.

I remember a guy who jumped down and hit someone else. He didn't die, but he killed the other person instead. He also had to pay a lot of money and spent the rest of his life in prison.

Even unintentional murder is a crime and can lead to imprisonment.

Why bother?

Fang Rong finished his work and continued shouting inside the Supreme Arena.

Should we hire someone?

He's always available, a great cook, and a perfect gentleman; he can handle all the housework without a problem.

Unfortunately, the Supreme Arena was full of poor guys like him. There weren't many rich people, but there were quite a few majors and generals who had real power but were basically penniless.

The military region has always been extremely poor. Years of fighting have left them with no resources, and they can't even support the army. They have to pay out of their own pockets for things like mechs, planes, and tanks, but you can take them home!

That alone is enough to tempt many people.

Mechs are fine, but bringing airplanes and tanks home gives you a sense of security. However, if they get stolen, that would be a problem. That's why people in the military region can only live in the military region, except for some major generals and high-ranking generals.

Fang Rong checked online and found that there were very few jobs he could do.

Become a coach?

He himself is a novice and is still figuring things out, so of course others can't believe him.

To be someone's bodyguard?

This requires constant, round-the-clock care; there's no time for that.

Fighting in underground competitions?

That's a good option, but where would I find it?

I heard the salary is pretty good, five or six hundred a day, and some better ones can earn thousands or even tens of thousands.

Fang Rong set his sights on playing in the competition, and he posted questions everywhere, and he actually got the answer.

I heard it's a competition specializing in mecha, and they have rules for guarding the arena.

The so-called "guarding the arena" means that the venue sets up several arenas and invites skilled people to guard them, waiting for others to go up and compete. Each person has to pay a deposit, with a minimum of one thousand. If they win, they get one thousand; if they lose, they lose their one thousand.

Of course, one could also be the one guarding the arena, but that requires a certain level of prestige and must be spent years there.

Fang Rong could only fight occasionally, so he didn't choose the second option.

The first option would suit him well, but anyone invited by an underground arena is definitely not someone to be trifled with. Even if they're not professionals, they're still not easy to deal with.

"Kill him! Kill him!"

The arena was quite popular, packed with people, and the lighting was dim. Fang Rong managed to squeeze into a seat with great difficulty.

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