They were probably still looking everywhere for me, weren't they?
Qin Manjiang thought as he headed to the Clear Pupil Bar.
Should I charge my phone and call everyone to tell them to stop looking...?
If he only heard their voices without seeing them, he could still keep his appetite under control.
Speaking of which, when he saw the proprietress in a little while, he had to control himself. He absolutely couldn't scare her.
Qin Manjiang mentally prepared himself. Although ordinary people weren't as enticing as players, it was just as Kong had said.
In their eyes, it was merely the difference between food and food they loved.
Although he could stop himself from eating, it was hard to conceal the look in his eyes when he "looked" at food.
Maybe I should get a pair of sunglasses to wear from now on?
Qin Manjiang pondered the question.
"We're here, young man!"
The driver reminded him.
Qin Manjiang glanced at the driver, his gaze unconsciously sweeping toward the man's throat.
That eerie look instantly brought a film of cold sweat to the driver's forehead.
This young man couldn't be some wanted murderer, could he?
Why was his gaze so frightening?
Who looked at someone's throat first when looking at them...?
"All right, thank you."
Qin Manjiang paid the fare and hurried out.
He felt that if he stayed any longer, the driver would call the police.
Sure enough, once he got out, the driver floored the accelerator and shot away as though taking flight.
Qin Manjiang didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
Apparently, it went both ways. Not only was suppressing his appetite unpleasant for him, but other people were also easily frightened when they saw him like this.
After all, looking at the streets full of humans now