Ma Lijin had put considerable thought into every arrangement, and Noah smiled knowingly. He naturally understood why Ma Lijin was being so meticulous. Even the superhumans resting in that room were pillars of Siam's high-end combat strength, yet in the end, they would be sent one by one to receive their lunchboxes—and the ones personally sending them off would likewise all be Siamese.
That was human nature. There was nothing to be done about it. Sometimes, human nature simply had no solution.
Some people could be loyal to their country, while others were loyal only to themselves. And in today's society, even among high-end superhuman fighters, more people remained loyal to themselves.
Look at those superhumans who had come here, sitting in rooms drinking tea and coffee, enjoying life. Weren't they all here for the various treasures?
Since Ma Lijin was putting so much effort into it, Noah patted the fellow on the shoulder with an expression that said he thought highly of him, tossed everything to him, then turned and entered a room in the central building of the farm.
Several of his team members were resting inside, and three people were tied up in the corner of the room.
Two of them were Minda and his wife. The other was very young, only around twenty, yet strikingly beautiful, with Western features. Her hands alone were bound as she stared wide-eyed at Noah entering the room.
"Juno, I didn't expect your companions to really have some skills. They made us rack our brains to arrange such a grand welcome for them," Noah said with a grin. Yet his smile made people feel chilled to the bone.
"I don't know what you're talking about!" Juno said angrily as she looked at him.
But inwardly, she felt somewhat desolate. Ever since