As soon as Jian Ai finished speaking, she saw Hans walking towards them with a smile on his face. Beside him was an excited Snow.
In the middle of this group of burly men, Snow's existence was abrupt and eye-catching. He was also very muscular, but he was the kind of muscular that most European men were. He was not like the others present, whose muscles were about to burst their clothes.
Especially his eyes. They were pure and bright, clean without a trace of impurities.
When they got closer, Hans looked at them and smiled. "I didn't serve you well. Please forgive me!"
Jian Ai quickly said, "Leader Hans, you're too polite. It's not a wasted trip to see so many core members of the mercenary group."
Hans immediately laughed loudly and introduced them. "Let me introduce you. This is my son, Snow. He's studying in a university in Rome, but who knew that there would be guests at home, so he ran back today!"
