C25 Don't Treat Me like a Pushover

Gu Yaan's words weren't wrong. He could also feel it. He couldn't tell what exactly it was.

He wandered aimlessly on the street for a few rounds and bought a gadget that could fit his eyes whenever he saw it.

Back at the hotel, Soong Yuanzhi was lying on the bed, exhausted. His butt was facing the ceiling, and there was even a slight curve. The old hoodlum, Gu Yaan, glanced over