A young man with a head full of white hair appeared on the screen. He seemed to have just woken up, his eyes bleary with sleep. He wore slightly loose white pajama s with Snoopy patterns.
Though he appeared only fifteen years old, he somehow resembled a centenarian, with a profound and weathered look.
This was Gu Jianlin's first encounter with a top figure in the Dark World. He folded his hands under his chin, stared earnestly at the person onscreen, and said softly, "Think Tank?"
The Think Tank smiled faintly, "Mr. San."
Gu Jianlin said calmly, "Even top figures in the Dark World would come looking for a nobody like me?"
The Think Tank waved his hand with a friendly smile, "Don't say that. Actually, I'm not a big shot in the Dark World, just a 996 working man. Although everyone thinks I'm the king's heir, the truth is, today's Dark World isn't under my reign."
Gu Jianlin raised an eyebrow, "I heard that the Red King is the faith of the entire Dark World."
