Lin Hao casually picked a set of clothes and bought them. Mr. Hua changed into them right away, tossing his old clothes into the roadside donation box.
Having worn them in the detention center, Mr. Hua really didn't want them anymore. Better to leave them for someone more in need.
Lin Hao: "So, shall we grab a bite now?"
Although it was still early, Lin Hao could clearly hear Mr. Hua's stomach growling.
Mr. Hua nodded in agreement with Lin Hao's suggestion.
Mr. Hua felt like he could eat a whole cow at this moment!
As a martial artist, you must know Mr. Hua has certain dietary requirements; otherwise, he couldn't satisfy the energy expenditure from practicing martial arts.
So, life inside the detention center was simply indescribably agonizing for him.
The meals there were completely devoid of any richness!
Even though his family had fallen on hard times recently, Mr. Hua had never skimped on food quality.
Poor in literature, rich in martial arts.
