Jilead didn't come out to greet John.
He was sitting in an office even more spacious and luxurious than last time, staring resentfully at the mercenary walking in from the door.
"I rented you an iron cage at Shanglang Road Cemetery."
"Nice. Sooner or later I'll need it."
John answered very seriously.
Jilead couldn't hold it in, stood up, spread his arms for a hug, then switched to a more intimate gang handshake as he walked closer.
"Fack squid, you bastard come back to the city and don't even give me a heads-up."
His arms were solid and powerful.
John couldn't help stepping half a step back, admiring how imposing Jilead's getup was.
The body was exaggeratedly tall, just a bit narrower than the double doors of the office; no wonder the elevator car in Habitable Rental Company's building was one size bigger than outside.
Jilead's suit was custom-made, with an expensive shirt underneath, and all the cooling slits on his arms and chest had been swapped for gold.
