Half an hour later, two job applicants arrived at 3101.
Zhou Yi looked at the Sea Horse Shooter holding an odd flowerpot: "Are you the gardener?"
"Yes, Mr. Zhou."
The Sea Horse Shooter, wearing a translation device, emitted a synthesised voice that sounded slightly nervous.
In the past, all Sea Horse Shooters Zhou Yi had met were battlefield sharpshooters; he knew they preferred solitary lives, moved slowly, but their high-speed light guns were fierce and accurate.
Sea Horse Shooters don't speak; they communicate through visual and tactile cues. Their body colors continuously change to convey messages, and their sense of touch is exceptionally acute.
The gardener said, "Sir, my name is Da Li, from Shell City. I was originally a city defense soldier. I served in Shell City for 7 years, participating in the siege you led and the recent Honor War."
