Cunning God Lan

After changing into a new set of clothes and tidying up his unkempt face, the middle-aged humanoid seemed like a completely different person. His narrow, blade-like eyes were like unsheathed weapons, sharp and intimidating. His ring-shaped pupils added an air of menace that struck straight at the heart, as though they could see through everything in the world.

His slender body and silvery-white skin were paired with a crafty smile at the corners of his mouth.

The blend of so many different qualities made it impossible to tell what kind of person he truly was just by looking at him.

But temperament could not lie.

That supreme confidence and pride could not be concealed. One glance was enough to tell that he was no ordinary person. If this middle-aged humanoid went out looking like this, he could charm plenty of young alien women even across different species.

The image of a sleazy old uncle had vanished. Now, he was simply a distinguished uncle with presence.

Even Chen Mo's eyes lit up when he saw the middle-aged humanoid again.

"Let me formally introduce myself again." The middle-aged humanoid gave Chen Mo a solemn bow. "Yang Sikaer Lan. In my hometown language, Yang Sikaer means Cunning God. You can call me Lan."

"Chen Mo." Chen Mo returned the bow and told Lan his real name as well.

Lan immediately understood that Chen Mo had used a false name before.

"Today is your first day on the job. Mister Tuyun told me about your accomplishments, so there are some things you need to know before following me," Chen Mo said.

Lan immediately grew serious, wondering whether Chen Mo was about to lay down some rules. Though he personally disliked rules, he had already prepared himself to follow Chen Mo's rules if he was