Lin Chuan wasn't nervous at all. Holding a cigarette in his mouth, he spoke in fluent English, "Brother, are you Iraqi?"
"Yes!" The burly man nodded, glancing at Lin Chuan curiously. He smiled and asked, "Aren't...aren't you afraid at all?"
"Of course not!" Lin Chuan shook his head and said, "After all, I've walked out of a storm of gunfire and bullets."
"Really?" The man was stunned and asked curiously, "Are you a soldier?"
"Yes!" Lin Chuan nodded and said, "I've served in the military for a few years."
"What are you doing in Iraq this time?" The man asked curiously. He was actually full of doubts. Few foreigners come to Iraq now because the situation in Iraq is very unstable, and danger can occur at any moment. No one dares to come here for tourism, even if there are, they risk their lives to make money here. The man saw Lin Chuan just came here with two people more timid than him, so he couldn't be sure of Lin Chuan's purpose.
