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The African American man standing in front of them was tall and powerful, emanating an aura of someone who had experienced special training. He wore a tight white cotton tank top and heavy-duty camouflage army pants, clearly indicative of his background. His exposed skin revealed smooth muscles like that of a cheetah, which, under the tight-fitting clothes, showcased a perfect physique. He wore military tags around his neck, and on his bicep was a tattoo trademark familiar to any serviceman, boldly displayed for all to see.
All his aspects pointed the fact that he is not a common man. The unintentional yet vaguely discernible murderous intent in his sharp, deep eyes indicated that he was an extremely dangerous fellow.
"Navy SEAL?" Frosty Summer immediately became cautious, her sharp eyes swept over his arm tattoo as she asked suspiciously, "Active or retired?" She had to clarify this point. If an active Navy SEAL appeared here, the situation would become incredibly complex.
