Gu Beihuai dodged away from people to pull out the note stuck inside his clothing, flipping it open only to see a quick sketch. Though it was done with just a few strokes, it captured an uncanny likeness.
If one were to claim that the artist hadn't observed him closely, it simply couldn't have been rendered so lifelike.
But this didn't make him think any more highly of Tang Chuxia. All because that quick sketch portrayed him.
Just then, Wu Haipeng leaned over, tilting his head to look, and laughed, "Who drew this? It's so accurate!"
Gu Beihuai folded up the sketch and asked irritably, "Have you finished your check?"
Scratching the back of his head, Wu Haipeng replied, "Done!"
Gu Beihuai didn't believe him, and after a few questions, Wu Haipeng's story fell apart — he hadn't actually bothered to inspect thoroughly.
"Get back there and do a proper check. Don't want to rejoin the ranks, do you?"
