Yang Jian directly kicked open the door and walked into the room without a room number.
It was a suite, spacious, with several people hiding inside. With just a quick glance, he saw three people standing in different positions, looking at him warily and with hostility. However, their clothing was quite peculiar, each with characteristics from different eras.
The middle-aged man with an old face who opened the door looked like an old farmer, wearing cloth shoes, with rolled-up pants, dark skin, and a somewhat thin build.
The one opposite was a young man, dressed in a suit, but the style was rather old, like something from the eighties or nineties.
The last one was a woman dressed in a dress with a headband on, her short hair neatly combed, not looking like someone from the present.
"Don't be nervous, his name is Yang Jian, and the other two are his teammates. They are people who came in from the outside and aren't our enemies for now."
