Old Qi walked back into the jumble of shacks. A short while later, he returned with two men.
The one in the lead was a tall, sturdy man, around thirty-five or six. Beside him was a shorter, shrewder-looking fellow. Both of them had conspicuous Implants.
This was especially true for the burly man. He wore only a tank top, and his exposed shoulder and one of his arms were clearly Implants. Dressing like that in this weather was a dead giveaway that he had a foundation in combat.
They sized up Chen Chuan with wary eyes as they approached.
"So this is the guy you said could solve our problem?" the shorter man asked, looking displeased when he saw Chen Chuan. "He's so young. Can he really handle it?"
The burly man, however, remained silent, simply staring intently at Chen Chuan.
