Their gazes were slimy and disgusting. Feng He sensed something was wrong and instinctively hid behind Mo Xuan.
Mo Xuan immediately shielded him, his gaze sweeping over the men with vicious intensity.
Lin Jingjing, however, didn't move. She stood her ground, her eyes filled with disdain as she scanned them.
"Yes, we're here looking for work," Lin Jingjing replied coldly.
She looked at them and said seriously, "Are the job positions you're offering real? What's the catch?"
The man dropped the cigarette butt from his mouth to the ground, crushed it out with his leather shoe, and said, "Follow me."
He then turned and walked inside, his companions following close behind.
Watching their backs, Lin Jingjing quietly reminded her team, "If we run into trouble, your own safety is the top priority. If these guys die, they die."
No one answered, but their hands all drifted toward the Space Rings they had recently acquired.
Inside were weapons, Mecha, and other equipment.
