Scorpion drove the Land Rover into a yard not far from the sea of flowers. On the other end, there was a row of mercenaries. Each of them had tattoos on their faces and a rifle in their hands, their expression cruel and menacing.
A characteristic of this place was the yearlong sunshine, which gave them extremely tanned skin and a hint of desperation. Only the man standing in the middle was different. That was Fan Jia. But today, she didn't show her face and was wearing a coat, keeping her appearance concealed.
There was someone else in a suit. He was almost fifty years old and had a cane in his hand. He looked up at them, as though he had been waiting.
Prince tightened his grip and Magician reacted in the same manner. Only Qin Mo remained indifferent. He didn't look at that person, moving his gaze away towards a man dressed in a white coat.
"He is our Wang," Scorpion introduced. "Wang, this is Boss Rong."
