It was Marc Gavin!
The President of Torrent Battle Fort in Yulee.
Qian Jin seriously doubted something was screwing with his visual and aural perception, otherwise, why would he see the bear body and hear the harsh voice of Marc Gavin in the number one bandit group's territory?
But he did see the man walking over! Yes, he recognized the hard-featured face. It was Marc Gavin who he had not seen for ages.
"Kid, I've been worried about you!"
Reaching out his hand, Marc Gavin nudged the heavy body of Te Jofy aside without much efforts and pounded on Qian Jin's chest with his giant fist. "Thank god you are alright!"
Qian Jin still couldn't believe his eyes! How could Marc Gavin show up here? It was the place where Bhang Wusheng's bandit group was stationed! The bandits around clearly knew Marc Gavin wasn't one of them but they bore no hostility as if that ugly creature was invisible.
"Uncle Marc..." Qian Jin put himself together and asked, "Why are you here?"
