Two indistinguishable foreign visitors stepped down from the pickup truck.
One was tall, the other short, one had long hair, the other short.
As they alighted, they raised their hands high, cooperatively, shouting the name of President Yi Lin.
Oh?
Acquaintances of the president?
The person in charge of this post was a team leader under Xu Zhiyong's patrol team. Hearing the two foreign visitors calling Yi Lin's name directly, he scratched his head and reported the matter to Xu Zhiyong.
Xu Zhiyong's rank within the guild was not too low, he had the right to report directly to the president.
The matter quickly reached Yi Lin's ears.
"I'll go take a look."
Yi Lin was idling around in the base. Upon hearing about the matter, he was slightly stunned but instantly guessed who the visitors were.
A second later, Yi Lin arrived at the scene at high speed.
No one was surprised at the president's mysterious skill, they were used to it.
