Wu Heng took another look at the man who had walked out; his clothes were dirty, he wore glasses, and his attitude was respectful.
"The base gate is open, so why didn't you guys escape?"
The man's expression was somewhat uneasy, and he spoke in stiff Chinese, "We wouldn't live long even if we escaped; please, Immortal Master, allow me to stay here."
Wu Heng understood the man's meaning.
Going out meant facing an even more dangerous environment. These people didn't want to leave, preferring to gather here and see his reaction.
"What's your name?" Wu Heng asked.
The man answered, "Valentine Portillo!"
"You speak so many languages?" Wu Heng continued to ask.
"Because of some family reasons, I specifically learned some languages, but I am not proficient," the man continued to answer.
"You also know to call me 'Immortal Master'?" Wu Heng curiously asked.
