Thrusting a few hundred yuan at the auntie, Adam Brooks hurried to make his escape. Smuggling also required efficiency—every time he descended to the mortal realm, aside from the time spent on the road, he used the time it took to charge his battery to purchase goods. This time, he had already wasted quite a bit with the fat woman; if he didn’t hurry, he wouldn’t make it back before the battery finished charging. Every extra minute was dangerous. Adam Brooks was well aware of how terrifying the Celestial Inspectorate was—in fact, at his current level, any random creature in the celestial realm would appear to him with a “red name” above their head.

Not far from his base in the human world, there was a large supermarket. Adam Brooks took a stroll through the supermarket and easily found the massage chairs in the electronics section.

“Miss, may I try sitting on this?” Seeing the saleswoman’s strange look, he quickly explained, “Oh, it’s for my parents.” The saleswoman immediately put on a warm smile: “Of course, please try it out, it’s very comfortable.” Adam Brooks sat down, but couldn’t help feeling awkward—not because of the chair, but because of what the saleswoman had said. Why did it feel like he was receiving some kind of adult service? He glanced at the saleswoman and almost gagged, deeply regretting having such a wicked thought!

After trying out a few chairs, Adam Brooks picked one with a reasonable price and decent features—not because he couldn’t afford a more expensive one, but as any businessperson knows, products need to be updated and replaced; otherwise, how could you keep the money flowing in? If everyone only bought one of your products, the market would be saturated.

It was the same with smuggling. Adam Brooks would start with the ordinary ones, then gradually upgrade the quality.

“How much is this one? ...Hmm, can you make it a bit cheaper? ...No? No bargaining? Why not? ...Supermarket? Just because it’s a supermarket you can’t bargain? Other places that don’t allow bargaining have a sign that says ‘No haggling, please don’t ask,’ but you don’t have a sign, so why can’t I bargain? ...Fixed price? I don’t accept your price, and I can’t even negotiate? ...”

In the end, the saleswoman decided to report to her supervisor, and that brand of massage chair was immediately put on a promotional discount...

Adam Brooks happily picked up his massage chair, and the saleswoman’s jaw dropped in surprise—this was no folding beach chair.

Adam Brooks carried the massive massage chair all the way back to his base. The auntie who had forgotten to collect the water bill earlier swallowed hard, thinking she could wait a bit before collecting the money—no rush.

With one hand supporting the massage chair, he unlocked the door with his key. Adam Brooks rummaged through a cabinet and pulled out a delicate toolbox. With screwdrivers and pliers at the ready, he finally managed to take apart the massage chair before the battery finished charging—yes, that was his plan: disassemble it and take it up in several trips.

With dozens of batteries and some scattered massage chair parts, Adam Brooks bundled everything up using his celestial suit, slung it over his back, and got ready to return.

In recent years, quite a few people had ascended, and celestial tailors had timely launched celestial suits, which were quite popular. Back when Adam Brooks was in a gang, he envied the “big brothers” in their black suits and sunglasses, but couldn’t afford one. After reaching the celestial realm, he immediately got himself a set.

This Armani knockoff suit was produced by the famous celestial tailor shop “Yuan Yi Fang.” The boss behind Yuan Yi Fang was none other than a distant relative of Ethan Foster’s father.

The suit’s template had been smuggled up from the human world by Adam Brooks. The two had a good partnership; for once, Adam Brooks didn’t charge money, but instead asked for four black, three blue, and seven sets of clothes. Each set sold for a unified price of seven hundred standard divine coins in the celestial realm.

Taking a deep breath, he gathered his strength, and with a “bang,” there was a sonic boom in the air, the air caved inward, and Adam Brooks had vanished.

At the same time, somewhere in the celestial realm, a celestial being fell head over heels. With a startled cry, Adam Brooks hurriedly used his not-so-masterful first-level celestial technique, “Aerial Leap,” to steady himself, got his bearings, and flew toward his Fushan cave residence.

Although Fushan was a slum in the celestial realm, even the shabbiest celestial mountain had more spiritual energy than a fourth-level celestial being, which was why the mundane items in Adam Brooks’s company warehouse went unnoticed.

Opening his cave, Adam Brooks dumped everything into the warehouse, then sat at his desk, ready to make “messaging talismans” to notify his clients to come pick up their goods. Sitting at his desk, he slapped his forehead: “Damn, I forgot to buy a computer…”

An old computer definitely wouldn’t cut it. The battery was in that state, so the computer probably wasn’t much better. In business, client information is your lifeline; Adam Brooks didn’t want his computer to suddenly crash one day and lose all the client data he’d painstakingly collected.

After carving the messaging talismans, he infused them with a palmful of celestial energy, and the talismans automatically flew to their targets. Adam Brooks sat calmly in his cave, continuing to make more messaging talismans. He might not need them now, but once he finished assembling the massage chair, he planned to hold a big sale: an auction. At that time, he’d notify all his buyers, and anyone interested could come and bid. This would be the first massage chair in the celestial realm!

The messaging talismans traveled a thousand miles in an instant. Before long, Evan Carter and Ethan Foster both arrived, picked up their goods, settled the remaining payments, and Adam Brooks tidied everything up, then made a few more trips to bring up the rest of the massage chair parts.