Wang Hao was indeed very curious about the white mist that appeared on Wei Shengkun's body.
The reason he himself could absorb the world's hostility was because of the existence of the dice of fate, but why did Wei Shengkun and his people have this same thing? That seemed a bit unreasonable.
"Little Hao, you said you can absorb hostility, right?" Bai Haochen sighed, then picked up his cup of tea for a sip and said slowly, "It seems that this ability of yours, the other party seems to be capable of it too." He said, picking up his laptop and pointing at a segment of surveillance video, "This is something we captured unintentionally. Lately, all the major auction houses were being swept clean of goods, and almost all the sweep was for rather famous antiques. Normally, this would be quite common, but look at this..."
On the computer screen, it was Wei Shengkun admiring a Tang Dynasty vase.
