The blond foreign man was somewhat sturdy, his muscles taut throughout his body, and he had an aura of barely concealed lethality, especially his hands. The base of his thumbs was covered with thick calluses, the telltale sign of someone accustomed to wielding weapons over the years.
"Dear Yang, I didn't expect you to suffer such a setback as soon as you returned to Huaxia. It's really surprising and doesn't suit someone of your status."
A smile appeared on the foreign man's face as he spoke in fluent English.
Yang Lingfeng frowned, sat down in a chair, lit a cigarette, and said indifferently, "Hobart, what do you think about that kid?"
"He might be a trained fighter, but that's about it. If I were to take action, there would be no problem at all," Hobart said with a raised eyebrow and a thoughtful smile.
A gleam of sharpness flashed in Yang Lingfeng's eyes, and his expression gradually softened.
