Now, aside from Lei Xue, the Lei family had no one presentable enough to serve as its public face. This was obviously not a good thing. His grandson, who had already disappointed him, had unexpectedly begun striving in secret. This both delighted and puzzled him.
Jiaming was a child who liked to look polished. Over the years, because there had been too many negative incidents, he had nearly fallen to the level of a rat in the gutter. Grandpa felt both heartbroken and frustrated with him for failing to live up to his potential. He had brought him here only to guarantee him a baseline, not wanting him to completely degenerate into a useless person on D Ball.
But he truly had never placed any hopes on him. The old man loathed anyone who touched that stuff, and he knew all too well that once someone became involved with it, their life was usually half ruined, with very few managing to escape.
"Yatou, what's going on?" Old Lei could not help asking. "Did Jiaming use some special method? Or..." He was somewhat afraid—afraid that Jiaming had used some strange drug to grow stronger.
It seemed that some of those things had already appeared on the market. They were especially popular in Fifth City, while Hua Xia City firmly resisted them. Although that stuff provided a great short-term boost, in the long run it was like killing the chicken to get the eggs. It could deform the bones, destabilize the qi and blood by overtaxing the five organs' detoxification, and damage one's core foundation.
Everyone immediately looked over eagerly as well, their thoughts turning to contempt. Sure enough, even after coming here, an addict could not change his ways.
Lei Jiaming watched the old man's suspicion. He bit his lip slightly,