C-Rank?
Speaking of which, this language was...
In the private-equipment-warehouse-like underground base, after hearing Fang Ran's words, that thought crossed everyone's mind.
"Heh, you came to North America without even learning English?"
Annabella was the first to sneer. Though she did not understand the language, she could tell it was the language of Huaxia. Her gorgeous, beautiful face was filled with cold indifference.
"Don't expect anyone to care whether you live or die when the time comes."
Serica, Ryder, and the others did not say much about it. After all, whom the employer chose to hire was their own business.
Besides, they could guess that if he had specifically hired a C-Rank, he probably possessed some unusual Ability that could play a special role at certain times.
In North America, where all kinds of Abilities existed, this was quite common.
Hearing such indifferent words that treated him like someone who had come to cling to stronger people, Fang Ran could not help feeling slightly embarrassed.
He had honestly revealed his rank not because he wanted to play the fool-and-reveal-his-strength routine. It was simply because, considering how troublesome things might become, he did not want to expose the fact that he was the figure in black armor from the night before last.
Besides...
Fang Ran looked at the extraordinary figures before him, each with their own distinct style.
Accepting employment in reality, dealing with other participants, completing all kinds of missions and commissions, then receiving payment...
For them—for ordinary participants—such things were probably commonplace.
But for him, this was still his first time.
The power bestowed by "Infinity" had allowed Fang Ran to skip over many things, so since he had been given such a rare opportunity...
He did not really want to appear in that identity again.
North America was