Outside the manor, a black-skinned man, a Native American, and a yellow-skinned man slowly got off the sedan.
They were all extraordinary humans from the Silver Shield Company. Other than one person who stayed behind to stand guard in the office, the rest of them had all rushed over here at White Lion's call.
The dark-skinned man had dreadlocks and was dressed in a leather coat and sunglasses, looking just like a rapper. He shook his head impatiently while asking, "What's the problem? Why have all of us been called over? Do you guys know what happened?"
The Native American, who had on a set of ordinary sportswear, answered with a nonchalant expression, "I heard that there's an extraordinary human who is very strong. The three of us are needed to deal with him together."
