He had been worrying over what to do.
Then, two people suddenly came to visit him.
The two Easterners now standing before him.
Both of them looked like the exceedingly confident type.
They appeared to be between twenty-seven and thirty years old.
One was tall and straight-backed, with resolute features. He wore a tactical jacket, simple and crisp.
His short hair was tousled, his skin bronze-toned, and a wicked curve hung at the corner of his lips, giving him a distinctly masculine charm.
The other had an entirely different style.
He was dressed in a sharp suit and leather shoes.
He was tall and upright, broad-shouldered and narrow-waisted.
His hair was neat and stylish, his sculpted face sharply defined, every feature angular and hard-lined.
His high nose stood like a mountain range, adding depth to his entire face.
His eyes were a classic fan-shaped pie chart: thirty percent mockery, thirty percent cold indifference, and forty percent nonchalance.
As though they concealed the shaded area of "nonchalance," along with the confidence of having everything under control.
"Since you two came looking for me, please introduce yourselves!"
The man in the tactical jacket gave a wicked smile. "Lin Mu, one of the world's top hunters, codename—Proud Wolf!"
The other man in the suit was comparatively aloof.
With an expression that was neither quite a smile nor not one, he spoke in a slightly husky voice. "Gu Moxiu, Executive President of Heaven Group!"
Feiboli looked at them, his brows drawing together slightly.
He had never heard of them!
"You came together, so you must belong to the same organization."
"May I ask what organization the two of you belong to?"
Lin Mu shook his head. "That would be inconvenient to say. You only need to know that we came to help you."
"Since