The Heavenly Eye Gho

To tell you the truth, Wang Ming at this moment looked quite disheveled. He was wearing a t-shirt that was dirtier than something you'd find in a trash can – it was stained and wrinkled. Even from afar, you could smell the stench of sweat emanating from him.,In less than three minutes, he finished a large plate of fried rice and, after patting his belly contentedly, leisurely went back.,On the second day, in a inconspicuous corner of newspaper in city A, there was such a small news item.。