However, this outfit, despite being an eyesore, has one advantage: it's memorable and leaves a lasting, indelible impression.
Like now, Mi Shen recognized him at a glance thanks to his "distinctive" attire—he was the guy Leng Ying punched to the ground last night, the one who couldn't get up for ages and laid there acting like a pathetic loser, known as "Brother Lu."
Mi Shen slowly stood up and sketched a chill gaze over him and the uniquely "decorative" lackeys by his side, sneering, "Looks like I was too gentle on you guys last night. Are you itching for more already?"
"Humph!" Brother Lu snorted coldly, "That was an oversight last night. Your pal can fight, but what about you? Now you're on your own—let's see who's going to help you now."
Mi Shen chuckled, her large eyes both black and bright, twinkling with vivacity, "Big brother, what grudge do you hold against me to be giving me such a hard time? Besides, don't you know who I am?"
