Xu Chan saw two people approaching, a man and a woman. They looked to be in their late twenties, both powerfully built. They bore a striking resemblance to each other and were even about the same height.
The woman on the right had slightly softer features and short, blonde hair. But her chin was a bit sharp, and the winged eyeliner at the corners of her eyes made her gaze incredibly piercing.
The man, on the other hand, had shoulder-length hair swept to one side. His facial features were rugged, but his expression seemed frivolous.
They both wore deep blue protective uniforms with silver-white decorative trim. The outfits clung tightly to their well-defined, sculpted muscles.
They didn't appear to be carrying any weapons, but there was a flexible, fin-like object attached to the back of each of their arms that looked far from ordinary.
