Every person in the noodle house had a line of blood bars above their heads.
Most were at 5.
A very few, with round waists and thick necks, were at 6 or 7.
Wu Xiaode took one look around the noodle house and then checked the passersby outside before he relaxed and lowered his head to eat his noodles.
"You're not eating?" he asked.
"Not hungry," Jiang Shanglan replied.
"I heard you are going on a trip?"
"Yeah, that's why I'm telling you now, don't come looking for me for a while. I'll contact you when I get back later."
Wu Xiaode lowered his head and continued to slurp his noodles.
This girl, obviously in such danger a moment ago, dared to stand there telling blatant lies.
Not good.
He needed to find her a safe place, away from those pursuers.
But the world was undergoing drastic changes.
Who knew what places were safe and which weren't?
...If only he could know what would happen next in the world, that would be great.
