These people, as soon as they see Sui Yi, perk up as if they’ve taken stimulants. They were a bit listless and uninterested, and now they’re suddenly full of energy.
The folks from the national foreign affairs departnt are muttering internally—like, these foreigners co here, and once they arrive, they’re like walking corpses. I thought they were all on heroin or sothing. How are they suddenly energized? Did they really take sothing?
The foreign guests mysteriously excited, and anwhile, Sui Yi has received texts from Gong Jiu and Flower Demon.
—No need to pay attention to the small fry, but among the adventurers this ti there are three worth noticing. First is the wild woman from Africa sitting in front of , nad Kerry, A-class. She possesses a terribly strong wild brute force, able to tear a waist-thick iron pillar with just her hands. Then there’s the brown-haired dwarf sitting five seats to her left, his na is Stanton, born in the Amazon Dwarf tribe, naturally endowed with gold control and earth force, his strength and speed are frightening. He’s ranked in the top twenty among international A-class adventurers and once competed for the title of international A-class King, but regrettably lost. Oh, right, he lost to the Rose Monarch Natasha. Lastly, the third one, oh, he’s worth noting—ahem, that old lecher who wanted Flower Fairy in his bed over the past three days... Ah hah~ this old lecher couldn’t see that she’s a lesb*an! Desperate much? But indeed he’s strong; I always feel Stanton shows a bit of fear and respect towards him. Oh, and this old lecher is British.
This is Gong Jiu’s ssage, typical of Gong Jiu’s storytelling style, full of digs at Flower Demon.
Sui Yi opens Flower Demon’s ssage.
—Pay attention, the black-skinned guy sitting to my left is an A-class adventurer in the Adventure Guild, nad Pierre. This rascal has tead up with Frank three tis; he’s a crafty old fox, extrely sly and lecherous. He says he’ll make crawl into his bed willingly, won’t do anything by force, damn it, I’m a lesb*an and dominant type, I only pursue others, and only won... Of course, if it’s you, Sui Yi, I wouldn’t mind being weaker just a little bit~.
Sui Yi calmly finishes reading the ssage and glances around.
These two bandit gang mbers are seated to the right, they stand out quite a bit, how to say... their outfits are quite... queer~
In comparison, Flower Demon, in her cheongsam with a high slit up to her thigh, is relatively conservative~~
But with this bunch around, those international bandit gangs and possibly treasure-hungry individuals with bad intentions won’t dare make a move.
Frank is actually quite attentive.
The three ntioned, Kerry, Stanton, and Pierre among these people don’t appear particularly conspicuous, but those seated next to them seem pretty reserved.
Clearly aware of their identities, hence quite apprehensive.
Though it seems she’s overlooked ntioning sothing to Gong Jiu and the others.
Ah... her strength is now S-class, already.
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Half an hour quickly passes, the folks on the Chinese side feel embarrassed, frantically trying to reach Frank, yet all in vain. Many even doubt if they’re being ditched, but given the multitude of celebrities and adventurers present, Frank wouldn’t dare to joke so big.
The atmosphere among the crowd grows a bit odd.
Until...
Rumble, rumble, rumble.
"What’s that?"
As people see a lengthy line of large armored vehicles rolling up on the spacious Academy Road outside the venue, their first thought is that the military district may have deployed a secret armored unit.
But soon they realize that’s not the case.
Getting out is a foreigner.,
A tough guy in a black T-shirt exposing strong muscles in the dead of winter, standing over 1.8 ters tall, with a crew cut, silver hair, robust limbs, like Schwarzenegger.
The only difference from Schwarzenegger is his left hand holding a quirky cane, looking like an animal bone.
The cane’s bottom is a beastly white bone paw.
Who is this?
Haha, don’t tell it’s the 60-year-old Frank.
"Hello, my sweethearts~~ checking the ti, I shouldn’t be late~"
Oh my goodness!
It really is!
Sixty years old? Still sweethearts!
Quite a few elderly scholars instinctively look at their own Monkey-like bodies and sparse hair, then back at his grand, strong, mountainous figure and impressive head full of white yet thick hair.
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