Gentlemen, scoundrels... he had seen all kinds of people and heard all sorts of incredible stories. He had even hired so-called masters to consult on his company's projects. But deep down, he scoffed at such things. In Lin Tunan's view, most of these so-called masters were merely social facilitators, tools for expanding one's network. As for real skills? He could only laugh dismissively.
He had been a soldier in his youth and had even carried out secret missions. Could supernatural forces really stand up to machine guns and cannons?
This time, however, Lin Tunan was dumbfounded. He even began to suspect this was a conspiracy against him. He shook his head to clear it, mocking himself with a wry smile. How could that be? When will I ever change this paranoid nature of mine? Of course, he also remembered that he still had a promise to fulfill.
