Walking out from behind the machine was none other than another Gao Gong, or rather, a cloned version of MrG.
Unlike the original with the words 'I am an old schemer' written all over his face, this version of MrG had 'cool, flashy, and domineering' etched instead.
Or one might say, a middle-aged patient with adolescent delusions.
Of course, this was not unusual, considering he was less than half a month old and still a minor.
The stark difference in temperament immediately made the Hunters realize that the person before them was not their boss.
Especially Daisila, who didn't sense the faint biological suppression from the boss. In fact, she even had a feeling that this one wasn't much stronger than herself.
"Boss, hahahahaha, you cockroaches have a pretty good eye, not bad. Sooner or later, I will become the boss of the Powerful Gang and even this world!"
Daisila's lips twitched. The boss's face uttering such words was truly out of place.
