The street loafer tried his best to act like a regular hooligan, but his voice was somewhat shaky. He had already prepared himself for potentially spending five to thirty days inside, yet he didn't know what he was afraid of.
He didn't know, but He Kao knew.
Though Mei Guyu had an eye-catching appearance, there was an invisible aura of aloofness that made people instinctively hesitant to approach her. At noon in the restaurant, an inexplicable circle of empty seats formed around her; ordinary people can also sense things instinctively.
The street loafer hadn't finished his sentence before he emitted a muffled grunt, clutching his chest and abdomen as he fell to the ground.
Not only him, but the other two were also the same, curling their bodies and lying on the ground, twitching like they were having a seizure. They seemed to be suffering but couldn't make much sound.
