"Liu Nan..."
He Ao lowered his head, pressing his hand on the notebook, gazing at the name written in it.
The name wasn't written neatly, somewhat hastily, but it was indeed his handwriting, suggesting he had written it while standing.
The notebook contained many names, with similar handwriting, all written under similar circumstances.
He Ao remembered the 'purpose' of this notebook.
Within this notebook were those he had 'helped' before he turned eighteen, most were people he assisted while apprehending fugitives.
He disliked owing favors to others and didn't like to hold them over people, so he normally directly asked those he helped to 'repay' him with a meal.
Whether a feast or a bag of instant noodles, he accepted them all.
But ever since he entered the Extraordinary World, he hadn't used this notebook anymore.
He Ao's gaze swept over the checkmarks after each name.
The people he encountered were quite well-behaved, none of them reneged on this meal.
