"Heh heh, quite a crowd here." Pugachev appeared in the Square, saw Tang Zheng, waved his hand in greeting, and walked over.
As expected of someone from a top ten team, his personality was quite flamboyant, without a hint of worry on his face. Of course, this was also Pugachev's strategy to draw everyone's attention to the Warhammer Team—after all, they had more people and would attract the looks that would have otherwise been on him.
"Who are you?" Li Huiwen stepped forward, blocking Pugachev, posing in a protective stance for Tang Zheng.
"Don't worry, beauty; I'm a friend from afar!" Pugachev raised his hands to show he was not hostile.
This handsome Soviet man had a tall and robust build, was wearing a brown flight jacket, had black hair, his skin slightly pale, seemingly of mixed heritage, and very attractive.
