The two quickly entered Qian Er's home.
Perhaps due to Chang Xiao's death, the debt collectors hadn't shown up these past two days, so Qian Er felt a bit carefree. The floor was littered with beer and peanut shells, and when Liu Minghao and Wei Zidao arrived, this guy was snoring away on the sofa.
However, this made their work easier.
Wei Zidao first took a slender metal rod and prodded all over Qian Er's body. "Brother Hao, no abnormal energy reactions."
"It seems he's not a power user... You can proceed," Liu Minghao said casually, then brought over a chair, covered his nose with a tissue, and sat down.
Wei Zidao nodded, approached Qian Er, and formed a strange seal gesture with his hand, muttering something under his breath, then placed it on Qian Er's forehead — a kind of minor Taoist magic, similar to hypnosis.
