On the street, the sunlight was a bit dazzling.
Fang Yu discerned his direction and headed towards the Foolish Underworld with great strides.
Although Yue Guang said he would handle everything for him all the way,
But without going there to check, Fang Yu still felt a bit uneasy.
Moreover, in the Foolish Underworld, one really needs to show up.
No matter what, Fang Yu holds the position of a Decemvir, which is not a low status.
Upon arriving at the Foolish Underworld, Fang Yu found it bustling with people coming and going.
He went to the Daily Labor Hall, reported his arrival, and swiped his Identity Card.
The elderly man responsible for registration looked at the records and frowned.
There was a minor issue in the record.
The blank of two or three days could be filled with testimonies from some people, proving that he was out on a mission and had just returned.
