The silence fell all of a sudden.
"Hm?" Katakain was stunned, not understanding what he was talking about.
"My surname is Lin, and my name is Wood Cottage, thank you."
Lin Wood Cottage pointed at the business card he had handed over, starting to admire the Yingzhou People's talent for putting on a show: "And it's not the kun reading, it's the on reading. I'm not from Yingzhou."
"Sorry, I didn't notice."
"It's fine." Lin Nineteen waved casually. "Simply put, everyone doesn't want to sit in an office and would rather wander around, right? Need me to arrange vehicles?"
"No need, I came up from running the field, you know." Katakain slapped his thigh, looking pleased with himself. "These two legs are more than enough."
He had no interest in sitting in a car to see those polished model projects; instead, he was far more eager to see the darkness of the Tanbo Inner Circle hiding in plain daylight.
Those dilapidated and abandoned places.
