"It seems they have some sense, knowing to avoid us!"
Seeing all his men quietly retreating, Lin Hu squinted his eyes...
Soon, with a calm expression, he touched his bald head...
Having been bald for a long time, Lin Hu's favorite action was to touch his bald head...
Previously, whenever he faced difficulties, Lin Hu would do this...
Interestingly enough, every time Lin Hu did this, he would come up with a good plan, so over time, he developed this habit of touching his bald head...
At this moment, while he was touching his head, a sense of desolate gloom emerged from the direction of Shore Village...
...
Earlier, they realized there was indeed a problem with the water, so their expressions became extremely grim...
Especially Xiaoming, he was about to lose it!
Earlier, Xiaoming had envisioned a perfect future...
Now, because of the water issue, the perfect future became nothing but a mirage.
"Goddammit!"
