The thick dark circles under his eyes, the dry and pale skin, the scars all over his body, combined with his average physique, were the first impressions Lu Ping'an had of Xue En, the mercenary with the title.
To be honest, it was quite terrible.
"This is Xue En, a first-tier boxer and soldier, a purely professional in the Combat Series, one of the best fighters in our shop; he should be well-suited to meet your needs," said the shopkeeper.
However, seeing the dark circles under his eyes that seemed like those from months of cultivation, as well as the symptoms of anxiety in his trembling arm and wandering eyes, Lu Ping'an doubted whether he was mentally stable and if he might suddenly drop dead at any moment.
But soon, it was no longer just suspicion...
"...your foot?"
"Oh, a poisonous snake, a minor issue..."
With a casual pull, the green snake turned into a pile of minced meat, and after giving himself an injection, he considered the problem resolved.
