Watching the RV drive away, an old and a young person stood on the upper floor of another villa, laughing and sipping tea.
"Mr. Kun, your trick was truly beautiful. It was cathartic to watch, hahaha..."
Having said that, Wang Sicong raised his teacup and said, "I'll use tea instead of wine to toast you first."
"Hmm." Kun Yun responded coldly with a nod, picked up the teacup, and drained it without acknowledging Wang Sicong.
"Hillbilly!" Wang Sicong cursed inwardly, but maintained a bright smile, as if completely indifferent.
At this moment, Wang Sicong's demeanor was completely different from before. In the May weather, he wore a thin black vest, and his muscles bulged, filling it out, exuding a sense of power throughout.
Furthermore, starting from his left hand, a red tattoo appeared on his skin, extending along his arm to his chest, looking quite impressive.
