A curious expression appeared on Lin Xinghai's face when he heard Fang Tianhe say that.
The chairman of the Mercenary Guild rarely made public appearances, so even after being a Mercenary for so long, Lin Xinghai had never once seen him.
He only knew the chairman's name: Jin Canlan.
Of course, the chairman must have been present to oversee the situation during the great war with the Morgan Conglomerate, but they had missed it because they were on a mission for the Military Department at the time.
Now, as Lin Xinghai got a clear look at the chairman of the Mercenary Guild, he couldn't help but stare, dumbfounded.
He had speculated before about what the Mercenary Guild's chairman might look like. Perhaps he would be as swift and decisive as a soldier, or maybe a hulking man with knotted muscles. He even considered the possibility of a decrepit old man whose true power was unfathomable.
