C126 The Same Goal!

"Fourth-gen or seventh-gen?"

Pulling to a stop, Zhang Hang squinted at the man before him, then swung off the motorcycle and kicked the stand into place. He reached into the storage bag on the back seat, pulled out a set of clean clothes, and tossed them to Hamilton.

"Hmm, don't spill the beans just yet. Let me take a wild guess. You've got a great look—some ancient celebrity