"Turn left when you exit, a hundred meters ahead."
The elder sister is still warm-hearted. Even though she was slightly irritated just now, she promptly helped Lawrence.
"Thank you, thank you."
Lawrence spoke while quickly stepping out.
He was so anxious that he completely failed to notice the two strong, fair-skinned men nearby were evaluating him.
"Cherno, how about this one? His height and build are quite good, he looks sturdy, should suit your taste..."
A short-haired strongman whispered as he turned his head.
"He looks good from a distance, but when you get closer you can tell he's kind of weak. Pale face, dark circles under his eyes, panting after walking a few steps, and he shivers slightly. I suspect he has some leg disease. I'm not that fussy about what I eat, but I don't go for absolute crap..."
Another stalwart man with long hair, roughly tied behind him, revealing a scarred face, spoke. He wasn't too pleased.
