Zhou Ying frowned because his body had a bloody aura when she saw him. There was an 80% chance he had taken someone's life previously.
"I know how to fight. Previously, Uncle Qi was afraid we would be bullied, so he taught us a set of fist techniques." The young man looked at Gu Chengrui and replied.
"In other words, all of you know martial arts?"
"Yes, but some are good at it while others are average."
"What did the uncle you mentioned do before? Will he come back?"
"What do you want?" The young man looked at him warily and asked.
"Nothing special. We want to recruit some guards for our place, but I don't know what your standards are."
"Guards?"
"Yes, guards."
"My uncle used to be an escort mercenary. After the disaster, he was trapped in the capital. Seeing that we were pitiful, he stayed behind to protect us.
