"Hi, Chuan."
Gu Qing and Xia Shuran greeted him in turn.
As he greeted him, Gu Qing's gaze settled on Zhao Chuan, sizing him up.
The man looked close to thirty and stood only 1.6 meters tall even in shoes. He had neat, short black hair, cropped extremely close at the sides and nape, with bangs that just covered his eyebrows and a center part exposing his forehead.
At a glance, he had something of Captain Levi about him.
Gu Qing paid little attention to Zhao Chuan's appearance, his gaze soon shifting to the top of the man's head.
Then he saw a conspicuous four-character label:
-[Bomb Maniac]
Bomb Maniac?
What kind of label was that?
Could its owner make bombs with his bare hands?
Gu Qing was very curious.
Just then, a series of short, forceful cries suddenly rang out:
"Hmph, hmph, ha, hey, ho, hmph!"
The cries were loud and powerful, forcing their way into everyone's ears and making them all look toward the sound.
At the source of the sound, Wu Jiahao, with the [Gene Fusionist] label above his head, had planted himself in a firm horse stance and was earnestly practicing his self-created Dragon-Tiger Fist.
He swung his fists and feet in broad, sweeping movements, stretching every motion to its limit. With each punch, he deliberately thrust out his chest and lowered his waist, shouting at the top of his lungs as he exerted himself, determined to create the impression of roaring dragons and tigers.
Liu Yue, who stood closest to him, couldn't take it anymore and couldn't help remarking, "Come on, give it a rest. It's just one pretty new girl joining the squad. Do you really have to make such a spectacle of yourself?"
"Heh."
Wu Jiahao sneered. "As expected, people with impure minds