Country bumpkin?
Lin Hao certainly heard the mockery in the wild wolf's voice, but he didn't care.
Since he was traveling in disguise, his actions had to match his assumed identity.
Conceal oneself in the wilderness or hide in plain sight within the market.
To integrate into the role is to become unseen.
"Board the ship, I want a luxury cabin!" Lin Hao burst into laughter. A beautiful waitress happened to board the ship alongside him, and with a slap on her behind, he then whistled.
"Pervert."
The waitress turned and rolled her eyes at him, hurrying away.
Her swaying departure set off another round of laughter from Lin Hao, drawing the attention of the surrounding people.
"What are you looking at?"
Lin Hao snorted coldly, strutting proudly behind the wild wolf onto the ship. The look of conceit, the very image of a spoiled brat.
Such people were a dime a dozen.
If a nouveau riche's son didn't behave this way, it would be an insult to the term "nouveau riche."
