Brother, That Should Be My Line

In the afternoon.

An unexpected visitor came to Lu Ming's shop.

"Xia Yu?"

Lu Ming was shocked. After all, he and Xia Yu were merely acquaintances. They did not keep in contact.

"Thank you for saving me that day."

Xia Yu expressed his gratitude solemnly.

"Huh?"

Lu Ming arched his eyebrow. How did he find out?

"A Sharpshooter's observation."

Xia Yu pointed to his eyes.

"Hehe."

Lu Ming turned silent, he had forgotten about that.

True, as a Sharpshooter, Xia Yu had very good eyesight. He also had a skill that allowed him to see things in the far distance.

"By the way, why don't you do the mission with Zhang Xiaopang?"

Lu Ming was curious.

Xia Yu was speechless.

He remained silent for a long while before he said, "It is too exasperating."

Lu Ming laughed involuntarily.

"Can I take a look at the warrior?"

Xia Yu was very curious.

"Sure."