C1237 A Hand or a Leg?

"That would be the best."

Hsing Ye's voice was cold and emotionless. After he stopped splashing water on his face, he combed his hair in front of his forehead. The old master leaned against the hot spring comfortably, as if nothing had happened.

Hsu Moyu had a little appreciation for Hsing Ye, who was good at hiding his emotions.

As expected of an FBI man, he had a few brushes