Fu Jiu Never Heard of Kali

Fu Jiu's tapping hand stopped beating rhythmically. She looked up and said slowly. "Lin Feng, I think you can really forget about being cool when you are with Brother Mo. Even though you are handsome like a male god, you would only attract some men, because no girls would look at you if they saw that big god."

Lin Feng: … This is purely a personal attack!

Yun Hu was behind them. He silently gave a thumb up to Fu Jiu's comment, showing his utter agreement with it.

They gathered in the lobby. Fu Jiu was still wearing that black mask. The weather in Tokyo wasn't warm. The mask could block the smog when she was in Jiang City, but here, it was for warmth.

Those manly guys from the Supreme Alliance had all showered and carefully done their hair.

You could even see the hair product on uncle Yin's hair.

It was fine because they were in Tokyo. If they were in Jiang City, their hair would be covered by dust by the time they were back from outside.