บท 1442: Courage 10 (Thanks To President Star)

Chen fan had never touched a kitchen knife in his life, let alone a military knife. The only knife he had used was probably a pen-and-drill knife.

But of course, he didn't ask for a knife to make a living on the spot.

In fact, the reason Chen fan dared to say that was because of the golden finger that rocky had given him.

At the Barbeque stall, the middle-aged office worker dragged his chin as he sized up the seemingly reserved and nervous youth in front of him. "Aiya, what a headache. What kind of ability should I give you?"

Chen fan didn't like Rocky's gaze, because that gaze was very familiar to him, as if a predator was staring at his fat prey, "Isn't your agent's ability that magical plasticine? No, no, I haven't agreed to be your agent yet."