Luo Yao noticed that the Little Fire Dragon #1142 was staring at him while eating, with a peculiar look in its eyes.
She must be attracted to me.
I knew it, I'm so handsome, how could I not be popular with women?
Of course, there's no picking flaws with my looks. In this era, bio-humans are products of genetic optimization, born with perfect looks. If needed, they can unlock reproductive functions.
Luo Yao had already decided in his heart, if they planned to stay, he would start his conquest with this Little Fire Dragon.
Looking at their inexperienced attitudes, he guessed two canned yellow peaches would be enough to win them over.
Of course, this was all in his mind; on the surface, he maintained the appearance of a decadent, melancholic middle-aged uncle.
After finishing the noodles, Squirtle slammed the shotgun onto the table: "Robbery! This base is ours from now on!"
Luo Yao was momentarily speechless.
