The old streets were bustling with people, a never-ending stream.
Xu Mo and his companions stood on the road, as if waiting for something.
Having just taken a bath and rested for a while, they were forced to come out without a place to stay, appearing somewhat desolate.
However, they didn't seem to care much.
Everything would pass.
How could those who climbed up from Hell care about such trifles?
"Beauty, how about we exchange communicator numbers?" A motorbike stopped in front of Ye Qingdie, and the blonde youth on it fixed his gaze on her.
With such looks and figure, she actually appeared in this district, seemingly unaware of how to utilize her advantages.
There are many poor people in Steel Dome City, but there are also many wealthy ones; someone like Ye Qingdie was definitely a rare resource.
If she were willing, there would be many rich people ready to spend a fortune for her.
"No," Ye Qingdie responded indifferently with a glance.