412 Late Night

Shang Jianyao's answer wasn't at all what Wang Fugui had expected. He was momentarily at a loss for words.

Fortunately, Shang Jianyao had already ignored him. He glanced at the Ruin Hunters beside him and retracted his gaze.

At the same time, Long Yuehong and Bai Chen also took the opportunity to openly size up the people sitting with Wang Fugui while they conversed.

Among them, the one that left the deepest impression on Long Yuehong was a man with long limbs.

He had brown hair and blue eyes. He looked rather muscular and wore a black leather coat that he zipped high up. He was bundled up tightly, but he still appeared to be suffering from extreme cold.

It had to be known that it was already midsummer. Even if the temperature in the mountains was lower than in other places, a normal human wearing a long T-shirt was sufficient.

He's too weak? He's previously injured? Long Yuehong muttered to himself.