The First Round Begins

Looking at his new face, Lu Chengwen felt somewhat depressed.

Actually, this was not the first time Lu Chengwen had seen a new face.

He had died so many times, and every time, he got a new face.

The most outrageous time was when his new face looked like one of those pretty-boy celebrities from TV dramas—fair-skinned, delicate, and refined.

It disgusted him for days.

As a manly guy who loved sports, enjoyed sweating it out on the court, then drinking beer and eating grilled meat skewers with his brothers at roadside stalls, having a face like that made him want to puke, let alone anyone else.

Lu Chengwen was a fairly traditional, ordinary kind of guy.

Back on Earth, he liked playing basketball and working steadily as a delivery driver...

What he despised most was men who did not act like men, polishing themselves up more exquisitely than women. Whenever he saw someone like that, he would think, If my son ever turns out like that, I'll kick him to death.

After becoming a rich second-generation heir in this world, what Lu Chengwen appreciated most was Lu Chengwen's face and physique. ??

Though he could not be called extraordinarily handsome or dashing as jade in the wind, he did look dignified and steady, with thick brows and large eyes.

His build was not bad either. He was not some hulking muscleman, but he definitely had some muscle on him.

Combined with his six-foot height, he looked genuinely stylish in a suit.

But now, after taking the Disguise Pill, his originally sharp features had begun to soften. He no longer had any heroic air about him and had turned into a delicate, refined pretty boy again.

Lu Chengwen hated this kind of face.

If he ran into a bunch of