C630 Legend of Wangyou Powder

Uncle Hee looked at the curtain and carelessly lifted his hand to cover his forehead. The weak red dot flashed for a bit and then stopped glowing.

Then, his right hand reached under the table, took something from under a few sides, held it in his hand, and looked at it. His lips curled up in a disdainful smile as he put it into his pocket.

It was a tiny bug