C281 A Small Test

Han Feng gave the police dog's head a pat and began searching for a pen and paper.

He patted his pockets and paused, realizing he didn't have either on him.

Glancing back at the Terminator and Tesla Trooper, Han Feng shook his head, certain they wouldn't have any either.

"Tsk... got it!" he muttered, an idea striking him.

He pulled out a cigarette, extracted the wrapping paper