The tavern's backstage corridor.
Zhai Shiquan stuffed the money into his coat pocket, gently pressing it through his clothes, as if feeling the warmth it brought to his heart.
"Feng Qian... Thank you!"
He silently recited the name in his heart.
But suddenly, he remembered he seemed to have heard the name 'Feng Qian' somewhere before.
"Feng Qian... Feng Qian..."
"Wait! Could it be... that invulnerable superpower user making waves these past few days?"
Zhai Shiquan's heart trembled violently, and he quickly took out his phone to search. He soon found several news articles about Feng Qian, as well as a photo, realizing that it was indeed the young man who had just given him ten thousand yuan.
"I never thought, he's not as cold-hearted as the rumors say, he also has such a kind side."
"Superpower users are humans too, with flesh and blood, there are villains, but there are also good people."
"They are all my kindred. Perhaps, I shouldn't guard against them like this..."
