"Do you want to know the answer?"
Little Taotie and Hua Jinyan swiftly turned their heads, eyes full of vigilance.
The man dressed as a mercenary, carrying a gun, was surrounded by another man who had a feminine and suave appearance, and was pushing a wheelchair.
This wheelchair seemed full of mechanical elements, yet the person sitting in it was deformed.
His body and limbs were shriveled, resembling those of a five or six-year-old child, while the head atop his neck bore the face of a mature man. The man was smiling, but the smile did not reach his eyes, which were as cold as the eyes of the most sinister snake.
The voice that had just been heard belonged to this apparently deformed man.
Hua Jinyan stepped forward, blocking Little Taotie's path, and said in a deep voice, "Are you the 'sir' everyone on the ship talks about?"
