"Old Master Xue, Mr. Hai asked me to send his regards on his behalf!"
Li Feng looked at the middle-aged man before him, a man with a lean physique; standing upright, meticulous in his posture. His eyes were bright and spirited, casting a cold light all around him.
And what made Li Feng's heart chill even more was this fellow's palms.
This man's palms, above the base of his thumbs, were covered with calluses, and his knuckles were also callused—marks often left by frequent gun handling! Coupled with his sharp, spirited eyes, Li Feng could assert this was definitely a skilled gunman!
Hearing the man's words, Old Master Xue nodded, asking with some confusion:
"I wonder what Boss Zhang has sent you for?"
Hearing Old Master Xue's question, the man chuckled softly, then took out an invitation card from his chest and handed it over.
