C870 The Small Harvest from Setting up a Stall

"Interstellar X-Men? I've never heard of that prototype before!" Among the girls, one with a short, demure haircut looked up at Lee Zhi with curiosity and couldn't resist asking.

Lee Zhi's eyes sparkled as he regarded her. He wasn't concerned about someone knowledgeable; it was the pretenders, those who feigned expertise when they had none, that were the real conversation killers