Huff, huff, huff...

Hans sprinted up over 20 floors to the rooftop and found himself only slightly out of breath. Clearly, regular exercise paid off. Until he returned to the office door, looked around, saw no one, and found the doors locked, he finally settled down.

Just then, a crisp sound of footsteps echoed from downstairs. The secretary came up, "Oh? Mr. Hans, you're still here so late?"

"Ah? It's you. What are you doing here so late? Why haven't you gone home?" Hans was on full alert, staring at her with a look of suspicion as if she were a thief.

"It's a date tonight. I left in a hurry and forgot my documents in the office. I came back to grab them." The secretary looked at Hans with an extremely peculiar gaze... What's up with this guy? This is your company, you don't need to stare at people like that. She suddenly felt like a thief.

"Where did you leave it? I'll get it for you; you don't need to come in." At this point, Hans realized his behavior was somewhat odd and tried to make himself appear calm.

"It's in the second drawer on the left side." The secretary replied truthfully, her crescent-shaped eyes squinting as if pondering... Seeing his panicked appearance, there must be something fishy, or perhaps an affair, all of which she vividly imagined as if it were a soap opera.

"Wait for me outside the door."

Hans turned and unlocked the door with a key, and soon he returned with the document, face serious, simply instructed the secretary to go home quickly since it was already dark, advised her it's best not to go out at night. After pretending to advise for a few sentences, he firmly shut the door. He wanted to wait for the perfect moment to open the email.

With the help of cigarettes, Hans could finally calm his nerves. He slowly lit a cigarette, all the while contemplating what the content of the email might be.

Even now, Hans dared not fully believe it, or rather, he didn't dare to hope that the email was 100% sent by Revenge Shadow Rider. The only thing he could be certain of was that Revenge Shadow Rider's emails always contained just a few words, rarely exceeding 20 characters. If this was a lengthy message, he could basically confirm it wasn't from Revenge Shadow Rider.

But then, on second thought, that couldn't be right. If the email was fake, then he wouldn't have had that bizarre dream. Hans finally gained confidence.

A few minutes later, he extinguished the cigarette butt, trembling hands finally deciding to open the long-awaited email. What a fantastic feeling—Hans drew a cross over his chest reverently.

Everything was ready. Hans gritted his teeth, stomped, and finally opened the email to find a short message roughly stating that he could arrange a competition during the event.

For a moment, Hans was silent, his chest heaving heavily. When excitement reached its peak, loud shouts would seem very contradictory. At this moment, Hans was just sitting dazed in front of the computer for half a minute, his exaggerated expression under the shadow—either excitement, ferocity, or as if mysteriously injected with endless strength.

As for the specific timing of the event, Revenge Shadow Rider did not explicitly state it in the message.

This is easy to understand because it is God, omnipotent, fully aware of the current difficulties Star Wars company is facing, so the implication of Revenge Shadow Rider must be to hold the competition during the event period.

Feng Yi certainly isn't God. If he were God, he wouldn't have died. As for why he knew about Hans's idea to host a grand event a few months later, it was naturally unintentionally revealed during a conversation with Mo Ying when he left Four-dimensional Space.

After reading the message, Hans copied, photographed, and encrypted the email, considering it a sacred relic only he had the privilege to repeatedly view.

Hans calmed himself for a few more minutes in the chair, cautiously shut down the computer, and walked out of the room. He felt as if he was 20 years younger, stepping out with vigor, quickly heading to the employees' workspace.

He knew Star Wars' spring was about to come again. Watching numerous employees working diligently, Hans shouted with satisfaction, "Everyone's worked hard, I announce..."

Announce? Announce what, certainly not bankruptcy, right? This single sentence startled those still working, everyone turned around, whispering, not knowing what had rattled their boss today, but considering this company, which once thrived, you can't declare bankruptcy. If it went bankrupt, the employees would get compensation, sure, but who here stayed just for the money?

It's safe to say those who persisted in staying with the company weren't here just for the money. With the same workload, everyone could earn a third more at other companies, yet they stayed because of sentiment, because of Hans, because Star Wars still existed.

People didn't stay here for the money. Hans still being in the company so late and saying this, it certainly indicated something was up. As soon as he finished, two senior employees stood up immediately, pulled back down by those beside them, urging them to sit back down quickly.

Anyone with a discerning eye could tell Hans wasn't in a particularly bad mood. This could not be an announcement of bankruptcy, but rather something good. As to what good news, no one knew, but it definitely couldn't be related to Revenge Shadow Rider. The Star Wars company could no longer reclaim its past glory. If it could, it wouldn't have waited until now, with years passing like this. If Revenge Shadow Rider was still around, there wouldn't have been a prolonged absence of updates.

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