There was an elderly man with white hair, his beard clumped together, and his dull eyes were bloodshot.
His tattered clothes were completely soaked by the foul juice in the barrel, making him smell no different from the contents of the barrel.
The most noticeable thing was his disproportionately large head, reminiscent of a bobblehead.
"Is this really Nini's father? Dad, did you make a mistake?" Shanshan was somewhat incredulous; Nini was so young, how could her father be this old.
"Working day and night in a place like this, surviving is already a miracle, it's normal to age."
Just as Charles finished speaking, a tall, thin man with an ominous gaze, led a large group of people aggressively towards them.
When he got beside Charles, the coldness on his face vanished without a trace, and with eyes full of reverence, he bowed his head and kneeled on one knee.
Charles asked bluntly, "What's wrong with this guy's brain?"
