Twelfth Holy Guard (I)

Coming out from the rear of the counter, Long Haochen’s group looked very calm, to the point that it couldn’t be said whether they gained something good or not. Although the Demon Hunters outside were very curious, no one approached to ask. These were the rules: no one could ask openly about others’ secrets. Furthermore, these commander grade Demon Hunt Squads were actually even more curious about the ages of Long Haochen’s group of three. After all, they looked far too young. Generally speaking, it was an ordinary thing to see Demon Hunters rise to the commander grade at thirty years of age. However, this group didn’t look close to thirty years at all and should be actually far from reaching that age.

“Boss, why did we buy those two pieces of Legendary Equipment?” Lin Xin asked, whispering into Long Haochen’s ear in a low voice. The excited look on his face had already disappeared, being replaced by a look of worry.