The rosy glow at the end of the street surged like waves, and the man who had lived for over five thousand years yet remained young and handsome, leaned against a utility pole, hands in his pockets, face slightly tilted down, as if deep in thought while staring at the ground.
Looking effortlessly stylish.
If he had a cigarette between his fingers, who knows how many girls he would have captivated.
Though Shen Zhou didn't like to smoke, so he didn't have one, but that was more than enough for him.
Occasionally, thumping sounds came from the side of the street.
A few utility poles engaged in a conversation through the wires that humans couldn't understand.
"Strange, the people who usually bump into us are mostly men, why are there so many girls today?"
"Is it because of that cool guy?"
"Is he just pretending? It's obvious he's got style, no wonder so many girls are losing their composure... Ouch, I got hit again!"
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A Bentley sedan sped from a distance, a bit too fast.
