Dongjiang City District, Wansheng Grand Hotel.

Wang Zhifan arrived at the high-end hotel very close to his new residence, following the agreement with the buyer, and went to the luxurious hotel suite designated by the buyer. However, he didn't see the so-called buyer immediately, only two suite attendants.

"Is the bureau giving such a grand introduction?"

He was momentarily puzzled, wondering why the bureau invited him out for a showdown but wasn't straightforward about meeting him, instead setting up a first-come, first-serve scenario to make an impression.

However, he didn't have to wait long for the answer to be revealed.

He saw a sixty-year-old man, dressed in a black-and-white butler uniform, open the door and enter the hotel room's living room where he was sitting with his legs crossed, eating sunflower seeds, and politely nodded at him. Then, a tall, sturdy young man resembling a bodyguard pushed a wheelchair-bound teenager through the door.

And the wheelchair-bound teenager, thin and pale with a pair of blue half-frame glasses - wasn't he the wheelchair teammate he encountered during a dungeon run this morning?

"It's you?!"

"Boss! What are you doing here?!"

The two unexpectedly met in the real world and couldn't help but exclaim as their eyes met, surprised by this unexpected development that caught both of them off guard. The air was filled with an active atmosphere.

"Second Young Master, do you know this young gentleman?"

At this moment, the elder butler first glanced at Wang Zhifan, who quickly stood up from the sofa, then turned to ask the young master beside him.

"Yes, Mr. Liu, this gentleman is a good friend of mine."

The wheelchair-bound teenager promptly responded to the elder butler, then quickly maneuvered his wheelchair closer to Wang Zhifan.

Wang Zhifan, with an expression of surprise, stepped forward and looked down at the thin teenager in the wheelchair, saying:

"Isn't this a coincidence? Are you really the buyer of my ring?"

By this point, he was still a bit skeptical about whether the disabled player he matched with this morning was truly his financier and not a bureau official.

"Yes, boss, it really is a coincidence. I didn't expect the priest ring I was preparing to buy was the one you were selling."

The wheelchair-bound teenager revealed a happy smile on his pale face and nodded at Wang Zhifan in front of him.

"Hmm... So your profession is a Priest, not a Gunman?"

Wang Zhifan recalled that the wheelchair-bound teenager was holding a handgun during the dungeon run, so he always assumed the teenager was a gunman professional player. However, now it seemed like the other party was planning to buy the Forest Love ring, which is exclusive to the priest profession, indicating he was actually a priest.

"I bought the Priest Professional Card to improve my health, but to minimize holding back the team, I specifically bought a handgun..."

The wheelchair-bound teenager immediately explained to Wang Zhifan, just as Wang Zhifan suspected, the handgun was not his profession's initial equipment but a special purchase made using his wealth.

"I see... In that case, my rare-level ring seems well-utilized if handed to you. Take a look at its attributes and give it a try."

Wang Zhifan then retrieved the Forest Love Priest Ring, which he had just obtained this morning, from his personal space and handed it to the wheelchair-bound teenager in front of him.

The wheelchair-bound teenager immediately took it, first inspecting the ring's material and design, then putting it on his finger, which caused a white, warm light to glow in his hand.

"How's the effect?"

Wang Zhifan could tell he was treating himself, so he inquired about his personal feelings.

"The improvement effect is very noticeable."

The wheelchair-bound teenager immediately answered, then turned around to speak to the slightly astonished-looking elder butler and bodyguard at the side:

"Mr. Liu, please pay 6 million in national currency for me."

"Oh… Sir, how do you prefer the payment? Cash, transfer, anon bank card, or check?"

The elder butler's astonished expression hadn't completely faded when he heard the wheelchair-bound teenager's words. He finally shifted his gaze from the white glow emitted by the teenager's hand and looked at Wang Zhifan to inquire.

"Give me a bank card."

Wang Zhifan thought about this question briefly. Since he confirmed the buyer wasn't from the bureau, it seemed necessary to hide his identity as much as possible. Millions of cash are cumbersome, and a large transfer would easily catch the bureau's attention, so an anon bank card was safest.

"Alright, please wait a moment."

The elder butler heard Wang Zhifan's response and soon took out an old-fashioned mobile phone to make a call. Within ten seconds, arrangements were made, and someone would bring the bank card soon.

With the transaction basically completed, Wang Zhifan continued conversing with the wheelchair-bound teenager, trying to learn more about this young man's background.

The wheelchair-bound teenager was also eager to talk to Wang Zhifan, who had helped him complete the dungeon. He told Wang Zhifan that he is Chen Ming, the second young master of the Chen Group in Dongjiang City, and Wansheng Grand Hotel is one of their family businesses.

Although he rarely appears in public due to health reasons, he is, indeed, a wealthy heir who never experiences financial stress. However, wealth is essentially his only advantage in life.

"Ah Ming, with your family being so wealthy, why don't you just find high-level priest players to treat you instead of taking on the risk of becoming a player yourself?"

During their conversation, Wang Zhifan brought up a question he was puzzled about. Initially, he believed the wheelchair-bound teenager became a player to risk it all with a considerable investment. But now it seemed the other party's family was so wealthy, there was no need for him to become a player to risk seeking treatment.

"Regarding this question... Firstly, our family doesn't have many connections with the bureau. Before this year, my family and I knew very little about players, and we never paid attention to it...Also, high-level priest players are extremely rare. I offered a high price on forums to seek treatment but only attracted some scammers. Writing to the bureau yielded no clear responses, they only told me to wait patiently, but I don't have much time to wait. That's why I became a priest myself."

Chen Ming's explanation surprised Wang Zhifan. He initially thought it would be relatively easy for a wealthy heir to find high-level priest players for treatment, just by paying extra money. But, according to Chen Ming, this was not simple at all. High-level priest players are likely a rare species among rare species, not only incredibly scarce but also monopolized by those with real power; others cannot even meet them once.

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