He turned off the TV, stood up from the sofa, and walked toward the door. The thick door automatically opened, outlining the visitor's muscular figure in the light against the dark night.
He was dressed in a black shirt, leather jacket, and jeans, the backs of his exposed hands bearing traces of prosthetic modification. He wasn't as tall as Budman, but he had an even more daunting presence than the blue-haired man. This aggressive aura did not solely stem from his muscular build and sinister gaze, but also from his face...
A face so disfigured that no intact flesh could be seen, resembling a terrifying skull.
Mo Yuankai calmly looked at the visitor and stepped aside, "Long time no see, John."
"Let's talk," the skull-like voice was still hoarse.
