"Boss, hey, look, it's that kid from the Apocalypse Rogue."

In Chaoyang Market.

Ah Cheng, with a cigarette dangling from his mouth, leaned against the window of a pickup truck, watching Zhou Zheng resupply in the market. His eyes seemed to flash with a figure he found irresistibly alluring. He rubbed his hands together excitedly, feeling as if he had stumbled upon a treasure without any effort.

"Ah Cheng, are you still hung up on that woman?"