Ye Hanjun left the Disabled Fond Spirits Assistance Centre.
Blind-Box Commerce and Cross Old Street were no longer concerns of his.
On a scale from 1 to 100, Huazhu currently only scored 60-70, barely passing.
However, once the issue of the Grey Flash was resolved, she would score at least a guaranteed 90, with a maximum score of 99, intentionally docked 1 point to prevent arrogance.
"*Pant, pant, pant*"
A sweat-drenched, panting iron-hoofed bull was running hard.
This, of course, was the vehicle he had taken from the relay station. When money was tight and there were no fondling spirits for riding, this was the only recourse.
"Moo!!"
The cow cart made a pit stop by a residential district.
Ye Hanjun pinched his thigh, clumsily disengaging the protective device, before wobbling out of the vehicle.
"What's wrong with this guy? He looks completely drained..."
"Yikes! He's pale as a sheet, he must've caught some terminal illness. Stay away from me!"
