They should still be looking everywhere for me, right?
Qin Manjiang thought as he headed to Clear Pupil Bar.
Should I charge my phone and call everyone to tell them to stop looking...?
With only their voices, without seeing them in person, he could still control his appetite.
Speaking of which, when he saw the Boss's wife in a moment, he had to control himself. He absolutely could not frighten her.
Qin Manjiang mentally prepared himself. Although ordinary people were less enticing than players, it was just as Kong had said.
In their eyes, this was merely the difference between food and food they liked eating.
Although he could control himself and refrain from eating, the way he "looked" at food was very hard to conceal.
Should I get a pair of sunglasses to wear from now on?
Qin Manjiang pondered the question.
"Young man, we're here!"
The driver reminded him.
Qin Manjiang glanced at the driver, his gaze instinctively sweeping toward the man's throat.
That eerie look instantly brought a fine sheen of sweat to the driver's forehead.
Could this young man be some wanted murderer?
Why was his gaze so frightening?
Who looked at someone's throat first when looking at them...?
"Okay, 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 hit the gas and sped away as though taking flight.
Qin Manjiang did not know whether to laugh or cry.
Apparently, it went both ways. Not only was suppressing his appetite painful for him, but other people could easily become frightened when they saw him like this.
After all, looking at the streets full of humans now was like looking at a buffet.
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