Red Dog wore an offensive grin on his face, always with that sort of wild demeanor, "Lebius, why are you so silent? Not going to introduce me?"
"Red Dog, I have no desire to smash your face here," Lebius said coldly.
"Oh?"
Red Dog crossed his arms, the grin unchanged on his face, "I'm quite looking forward to it."
After speaking, he approached Bologue and Palmer, one hand holding a wine glass, the other hanging in the air, ready to shake hands with them.
His gaze swept over their faces, quickly recognizing their identities.
"You must be Mr. Bologue Lazarus." Red Dog reached out to Bologue, offering a friendly gesture, "I've heard that you'll be leading the team afterwards. I hope we can cooperate smoothly."
Bologue did not extend his hand, his eyes unemotionally scrutinizing Red Dog's eyes. He knew this would be a tricky opponent.
"All right, you surely are a member of Lebius' group, even your temperament is identical."
