Batom couldn't help but frown on the side, saying, "It's hard to imagine that people would live in such a place. When I met those Lunxike People in the slums of Kowima, I never saw a place this shabby. You know, Lord, those guys already live like Cave Dwellers—"
But before he could finish his sentence, the door under Brand's hand creaked open. The mercenary could only close his mouth, swallowing the latter part of his sentence.
A sinister gaze fell on Batom from behind the door. After a moment, a hoarse voice spoke, "Brand? When did you come back from Buqi? And to think you didn't die, that really exceeds my expectations!"
"Would it benefit you if I did, Limp Man?"
Brand replied coldly, looking at the sharp-faced old man. The few sparse hairs on this guy's head seemed ready to fall out from all the scheming he did daily.
