"What are you doing here? Get down!" The man who came out with the security guard had a sharp and piercing gaze, and wore a gun at his waist. Although he tried to mask his murderous aura, Feiyu, who had seen real killing before, knew.
This man was definitely a top-tier assassin.
His heart sank. Gu Yan was indeed very cautious, personally sending someone to guard the mountain gate. Luckily, his own disguise was sharp enough, with a beard ashen and himself covered in dirt, sharp to the point where no one could recognize him.
"I've been through over a dozen manure pits today, reeking to high heaven. Are you sure you want us to get down?" Feiyu stuck his head out of the window.
The security guard and the man saw the yellowish-green stuff clinging to Feiyu's helmet and both showed disgusted expressions.
"What's that?"
Feiyu wiped at the stuff with a grin and even motioned to offer them a closer look.
