"Who the hell are you? How did you get my number?"
Rude and impulsive, those were the first impressions this voice left on Lin Miao, but given the harsh survival environment, he could understand.
"Panam Palmer... right."
"Yes, I am Panam Palmer. I'll ask again, who gave you my number?"
"Calm down, okay? It was the bartender at the Sunset Inn, he said his name was Tangkx. I have a job for you Wanderers."
But it was apparent that Ms. Panam, besides answering Lin Miao's call, was also arguing with other people vociferously, so much so that Lin Miao could hear it—it was as deafening as a loudspeaker.
"Damn it, Sol, I'll say it again, you can't trust those company idiots! Asking me to help escort? Don't even think about it! Fuck! Let those idiots go eat shit!"
After quite a while, the chaos over there quieted down before Lin Miao heard that voice again.
"Speak, what do you want from me?"
"Is your business taken care of?"
