And under the 'Tuoshou' is an old man named Angzang with white eyebrows and beard.

The old man put up the incense and turned around. The next moment, an overwhelming momentum came over him.

Name:War

Race:???

Level:???

Blood volume:??

Skills:??

The senior engineer stared at the other party, seemingly unaffected by the aura. Even if this aura was at the level of a 'planet host', it was of no use in the deep ocean of information.

"This is not the first time we have met, war."

‘Zhan’ was silent, his memories were vast, but he found the memory about Gao Gong very easily.

District Thirteen, Iron Sand Desert, a lowest-level employment mission.

A low-level mercenary who revealed his identity in one word.

And, at every critical moment after that, there are guys who do bad things at every turn.

"Well, that's right, it's not the first time we've met."
Chapter completed!