Shadow Island.
The bustling modern-style market thrummed with people coming and going in an endless stream.
If one had to name whose business was best in this market, it was naturally Zhu Rou Rong's stall in the Golden Triangle.
Wielding his nimble butcher's knife, he weighed out two jin of pork ribs for Third Sister Li, who had come to shop.
As he handed them over, he did not forget to stroke his sexy stubble with his other hand. Taking the chance to cop a feel, he also shot Third Sister Li a flirtatious wink.
"Dead ghost."
Third Sister Li cursed, though her voice was full of coy reproach. She raised the corners of her lips, showing off the sexy red mole beside her mouth. "Remember to come to my house tonight."
Only then did Third Sister Li sway away with her barrel waist, carrying two jin of ribs.
Zhu Rou Rong stared absently at that perfect barrel waist, his heart already running wild like a monkey and a horse.
Just then, he could not help but sneeze more than ten times in a row.
They looked like ordinary sneezes, yet Zhu Rou Rong's pupils contracted.
At that moment, his gaze turned profound, as though it had pierced through the clouds and crossed the distant starry sky.
Yet his brows furrowed deeper and deeper.
His resolute face and brows were now filled with gravity. He raised his fingers, and an inscrutable sense of heavenly mysteries suddenly seeped forth.
Then he began to mutter solemnly.
"Who exactly is looking for me?"
"Yet I cannot detect even the slightest trace?"
"Such a powerful figure... are they friend or foe?"
As he spoke, his expression became even more grave. He could not help biting his fingertip and calculating once more.
Yet this calculation