If Yi Lin, even without invoking her "Shadow" technique, was accustomed to keeping a low profile, to becoming a mere shadow; then the man before her was like a fire, a raging inferno that, even when standing silently without a word or motion, compelled people to cast their gaze upon him involuntarily.
"Quite the candidate for a tank,"
Yi Lin thought to herself.
After a brief observation, Yi Lin gave a fair assessment.
The man standing with his back to Yi Lin wore a tight black vest. His solid muscles were like bedrock, exuding the immovable weight of a rhinoceros. Most noticeable was the tangled, shoulder-length curly hair, red in color. This red wasn't the usual dark red, brownish red, or auntie red, but a blazing red that seemed to radiate its own glow, difficult to look away from.
——Ginger.
"Pop~"
"Ginger," Joe·D·Solomon, with his back to Yi Lin, popped out a solid wooden cork with one hand and guzzled a bottle of strong alcohol like drinking water.
"Glug~ Glug~ Glug~"
