Chapter 63: Rift of Black Water
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"An old scruffy man?" Yin Zhe repeated the description with disdain. He slightly wrinkled his nose, as if the thought of scruffiness offended his aesthetic sensibilities. "Officer, there are all sorts of people passing here at this hour. Old men, young men, drunkards, and even boring merchants."
He sat up slightly, making deliberate, and slow movements to show his lack of concern.
"Truthfully, I only pay attention to interesting people. People who are aesthetically pleasing. I certainly don't have any interest in tracking scruffy old men." He tilted his head again, flashing his best, most and most provocative smile. "Unless, of course, you perhaps like old men better, Officer? Are you looking for a lost sugar daddy grandpa?"
It was too much. He could clearly see the line snap behind her eyes. Her professionalism had failed her.
She let out a low and frustrated, (Hmph!). a sound of pure, and helpless rage. She abruptly spun on her heel, her
