Lin Miao, who had plummeted into Mann's back seat from above, was somewhat shaken. Although Gloria had mentioned Mann's mercenary team multiple times, he hadn't expected them to be so fierce, blowing up the second-floor outer wall directly.
Just as he regained his composure, a ghostly voice came from beside him.
"Hey, little boss, our performance just now wasn't bad, right?"
"Huh? Ah!" Lin Miao realized the man was the middle-aged juggler he met a few days ago on Japan Street, who turned out to be part of Mann's team too.
"Pretty impressive, I didn't expect you guys to barge in like this."
He was speaking the truth; if the players were this aggressive, Lin Miao could save himself a lot of worry.
He hadn't expected this 'stealth' operation to turn out so loud, almost getting himself stuck inside.
After his players grew stronger, he planned to return with a group for payback to these Hakimi.
Keyboard inserts should be taught a lesson with a rod.
