"Yes, it's them."
Although Lin Miao still hadn't called the number given by the bartender, he can now shamelessly bluff. When it comes to business, confidence is key.
Whether it's true or not doesn't matter, as long as the other party believes it's true.
Lucy scrutinized Lin Miao with some suspicion, hoping to detect some flaw in this guy's expression.
A small team of bounty hunters, a dozen unidentified guys, plus Adcardo, the Night Wanderer, Peizhuo Petrochemical – she considered herself the least noticeable person among them.
"Why did you come looking for me? We've only known each other for a day."
"Why can't I look for you?" Lin Miao chuckled, "Besides, you owe me a debt, remember?"
He then shook his right arm.
"Thanks to you, my arm still hurts. The doctor said whoever stitched my wound must be an idiot and should have their medical license revoked."
"Ahem... ahem..."
