Book 1 Chapter 31.2 - Rich Resource

O’Brien slowly withdrew his right arm. The hole created in the alloy vehicle armor was full of sharp edges, and it continuously brushed against his flesh. However, O’Brien’s expression didn’t seem to reveal much emotion, as if he couldn’t feel the sensation of pain at all. He grabbed a wound spray from the side shelf, and after spraying a layer around his arm, he casually flung it into the recycle bin 15 meters away. 

After completing all of these tasks, O’Brien’s face was already as white as paper. His pretty forehead continuously released beads of sweat, drenching his dark gray hair and making it stick to his forehead. He slowly walked out from the training area. Even though his expression didn’t change much, his footsteps were firm and forceful, as if that crazy attack he released just now had blown away the perplexed feelings he previously felt. 

O’Brien had just walked up a flight of stairs when he noticed a butler walking over from the other end while holding a folder. When the old butler who wore an old-fashioned...