Compared to the ferocious-looking mercenaries and the indifferent cheetah nearby, the passenger with a headful of messy hair looked like an ordinary person that could be seen everywhere. His age and his appearance could not be told, and he would immediately be forgotten after he merged into a crowd.
But he had a pair of eyes that were filled with joy, making them as warm and peaceful as the sunlight in a winter. It did not carry any air of evilness but slightly comforted Huo Dongling's heart that was just scared a moment ago.
The girl looked back again, only to discover that the few mercenaries had retreated to the opposite corner of the cabin, burying their heads in their food boxes without any courage to look at them.
When she looked back again, the passenger with pleasant eyes was raising his hands in a hilarious posture before he said with a smile, "It's alright. Just sit down, my surname is Li. You may call me 'Mr. Li'."
"… Mr. Li."
