Under the lights inside the building, dozens of people silently awaited the arrival of Gao Zhiming. These people were of various ages, the only same thing was their pale skin.
The unusually white skin of these people already proved their identity. Compared to their Earth Sea compatriots, the Earth's surface Blood Clan dressed in a much more modern manner.
For example, the man leading them, his thin body wrapped in a tracksuit with three white stripes, his bald head tilted with a cap. At this moment, he crouched at the front smoking marijuana.
Magnus squinted his eyes slightly, looking down at the strange-looking boy in front of him, cold words squeezed out from his lips. "Welcome, welcome, it's been a long time since I had guests here."
"I mean no harm." Under Anna's guidance, Gao Zhiming lifted his head to look at him.
"Sir or madam, I don't know where you come from, but no matter where, casually killing someone's Blood Servant doesn't mean no harm."
