"Bai Chen?"
Long Yuehong was almost stunned when he heard the loud shout. Little White's acquaintance?
Bai Chen—who had originally given up on firing a warning shot because the other party was prepared to circle around her team—frowned slightly as if she were recalling who was opposite her.
"It's me!" A head popped out from the modified passenger seat.
He was an Ashlandic man in his thirties. His beard was shaved rather cleanly, a rarity among Ruin Hunters.
The next second, he seemed to realize that it was very easy for others to snipe him if he rashly stuck his head out like this. Hence, he quickly retracted his head.
"He has a comical bearing…" Shang Jianyao evaluated truthfully. He originally wanted to use words he had learned from the Old World's entertainment, but he still wasn't in the right state of mind. He couldn't be bothered to expend brainpower on this.
