This is the thirteenth day of Wang Jixuan's seclusion.
Zhou Zhengde gazed through the one-way glass window at the middle-aged man in the room.
A middle-aged woman, dressed in loose hospital attire, was currently enjoying a massage service from two maidservants.
Although it was a one-way glass, there was also a curtain inside.
Moreover, this wasn't a prison cell, but a villa located on the surface, near the General Command Center of the D5 Combined Combat Zone.
Zhou Zhengde raised his hand to rub his temples.
He couldn't help but feel that this world was full of unfairness.
His daily work was so arduous, allowing him only six and a half hours of sleep each day; yet the man before him did nothing and was now enjoying the super-standard treatment of human civilization, though previously only being an engineer skilled at slacking off.
Instead of spending this half-day running around, he might as well find a place to take a quiet nap.
