Generally speaking, as long as you did not deliberately look for the bugs in a house, they might as well not exist.
But not everyone could turn a blind eye to those two "adorable antennae" poking out of a crack right under their nose.
If you saw them, you might as well sweep the floor. That was often the mindset of someone content to muddle along.
All the more so now, as Li shook the little milkshake bottle in his hand, his eyebrows rising slightly.
There was nothing strange about a child gulping down the contents of a milkshake bottle from "Blue Fatty's" pocket, which refilled itself once a day, then keeping it close at all times like a treasured protective charm.
In practical terms, it had indeed served as a "protective charm" once—even if all it had done was draw a passing glance.
Li Yun tucked the bottle back into the little girl's pocket and casually brushed a hand over her. Her tangled hair immediately became much neater, and even her complexion suddenly improved.
He turned and casually looked the two people before him over.
Along with the bodyguard wearing a wireless earpiece nearby, they all stood dumbfounded, as if petrified. Never mind making a move—without "permission," they could not make so much as a sound even with their mouths open. They could only collapse helplessly to the floor.
This "uninvited guest," whose appearance they could not make out, clearly had less than friendly intentions.
A thin layer of fragmented light pulsed between brightness and darkness over his skin and clothing, like breathing. Accompanied by faint, almost imperceptible ionization in the air, it constantly shifted and spread, enough to make him appear as an indistinct patch of "mosaic" to both biological vision and electronic surveillance.
By comparison, his voice