"Xu Xiaoshou?"
When Zhao Xidong arrived at the Spiritual Affairs Division, he was in complete shock.
The crowd was getting hysterical, and it was because of Xu Xiaoshou. How did he suddenly possess such charisma?
Nobody had even asked for Zhao Xidong's autograph when he became the Head of the Inner Yard Thirty-three!
A sea of people kept flooding into the Spiritual Affairs Division. And soon, it became overcrowded, and people piling one on top of the other.
Of course, nobody had realized that the person at the center of all the attention had sneaked away a long time ago.
Xu Xiaoshou grabbed Zhao Xidong along with him and hid in a shady, discreet corner, away from prying eyes.
"Had I not possessed all these passive skills..."
He shuddered and looked worried.
"What is wrong with you? Why are you covered in blood?" Zhao Xidong asked. He looked at Xu Xiaoshou anxiously as he checked his body.
