"Liar, I don't believe that."
"Someday you will." Mu Chen said, kissing Xue Jinxuan's fair cheek.
"Alright, let's go take care of that assassin now. I don't want to be constantly watched."
"No need, he's already here." Mu Chen said, looking towards the restroom entrance.
As soon as Mu Chen finished speaking, a middle-aged man appeared, and he had a foreign face, fairly handsome, with a little scorpion tattoo on his neck, his gaze locked on Xue Jinxuan.
"Poison Scorpion Mercenaries, a King Level force, what are you doing here instead of staying in Yan Country?" Mu Chen spoke to the middle-aged man in fluent Yan Country language.
"You know about the Poison Scorpion Mercenaries, who are you?" The middle man's expression grew solemn upon realizing Mu Chen knew of their existence.
"Do you recognize this?" Mu Chen smiled, taking out a golden skull, intricately made with the size of eyes, though the patterns and lines were peculiar.
