Yang Chen's words had just fallen, and several figures walked out of the small passage in the container stack.
The first one to emerge was a middle-aged Caucasian man with chestnut curls, standing at about six feet tall. He looked robust, dressed casually in a leather jacket and dark jeans, carrying a small travel leather bag. He appeared like a foreign tourist in Hua Xia, emitting no sense of danger.
"Honored Dark King, it's a pleasure to meet you. I'm Morin Strauss, the captain of Sea Eagle Team Three," Morin said with undisguised joy upon seeing Yang Chen.
Yang Chen shook hands with him. "Morin, I like the way your team is dressed."
Following Morin, eleven team members with diverse skin tones, eight men and three women, came out. They were dressed in casual autumn and winter clothes, carrying small travel bags or backpacks. They didn't look like elite mercenaries.
