Qiao Sang stared for a long time before she finally recognized that the bald-headed man who looked like a boiled egg was the Beastmaster with the Yuelaam from before.
Good grief, how did he end up like that...
Qiao Sang thought of something and glanced at Steelbao.
"Steel Guard."
Steelbao flashed the feather it had pulled out earlier and let out a call, as if to say, yes, that was me.
That technique... could probably make a decent barber...
Qiao Sang stifled a laugh and praised, "Nice technique."
"Steel Guard."
Steelbao tucked the feather away and, with a modest little chirp, acted humble as if to say it still needed more practice.
Qiao Sang: "..."
Where else were you planning to practice, huh? You can't exactly find a few people to practice on... she silently scolded, then remembered the matter at hand.
"The police station's here. Get down."
...
"Name?"
"Qiao Sang."
"Age."
"Sixteen."
"How did you meet that kid?"
"On the subway..."
Inside the police station, Qiao Sang gave a familiar statement.