A hobby? What the hell kind of hobby was that...
Han Su found it absurd, too. He glanced at Jackal and couldn't help feeling sorry for him. He also remembered the story little fatty had told him outside about how Pot Lid Head got his nickname, Ripper.
He sighed. "That's a pretty niche hobby you've got!"
A thought suddenly occurred to him. Could his appearance here be part of Miss Ai's plan, too?
She knew the three D7s would attack him. She wanted him to fight them, but was worried he might not be able to handle them.
So she'd arranged for Pot Lid Head to keep an eye on him and hunt down the three D7s?
He looked at Pot Lid Head, who had lowered his head and was busy at work, and fell into thought. If not for what he'd experienced as a child, he wouldn't have been able to read this man at all by now.
And that split-second move he'd just used against Jackal wasn't enough to reveal what he could do. It was even harder to judge how his current level compared with Wei Lan's, especially given their terrifyingly powerful mental traits...
After a moment, Han Su smiled and asked, "So you came on this mission specifically for those three?"
Pot Lid Head stayed silent, focused on his task.
Han Su asked, "Why are you into this sort of thing? Is there a reason?"
Pot Lid Head still didn't react.
He'd seemed that way ever since childhood.
Earning his trust was incredibly difficult.
But it didn't seem easy to provoke him, either...
If that was the case, there was only one option: bring out the big guns...
Facing Pot Lid Head, who was completely absorbed in his work, Han Su suddenly smiled. "I know you.