Zhao Hai and the others were about to pack up their things and set off. Just then, a person suddenly walked over from the camp next to them.
The man was dressed in luxurious clothes. However, it was not a Noble's robe, but an ordinary warrior's uniform. Zhao Hai knew that this man was just putting on a show. He had never seen anyone use such good fabric to make a warrior's uniform. After this battle, a normal mercenary's annual income would probably be gone.
Zhao Hai looked at the man who was slowly walking towards him in confusion. The man did not have any weapons on him. He had a smile on his face and did not seem to be a threat.
The man clearly knew the rules. He stopped five to six meters away from Zhao Hai and bowed to Zhao Hai. &Quot; Sir, please. I am the manager of the Shunfeng Chamber of Commerce. I have no other intentions in coming to find you today. I only wish to travel with you. What do you think? "
