Sofia couldn't help but burst into laughter at the words, nodding as she laughed, "That's right, exactly like that."
"Are you bored?" Feng Jun couldn't resist rolling his eyes, then raised both his hands and clapped. In an instant, he transformed into a person of the Yellow Race, though his hip-hop style T-shirt and jeans gave him a slightly odd look.
The four people, including Fernandez, were dumbfounded. What was this, a grand transformation act?
Feng Jun smiled, sitting down on a chair, "Sorry, because I snuck into the country, I didn't want anyone to see my real face. Now that you have doubts, I'll let you take a look."
Paul blinked for a while before mustering the courage to ask, "So, what are your plans for the Red Sea now?"
"As I mentioned last time, I won't consider that place for quite a while," Feng Jun took out a cigarette and lit it, "Paul, you don't need to probe any further, I am Mr. F."
