This vicious voice was extremely jarring, and when Lin Lu turned his head to look, he happened to see a short, hunched, and ugly man glaring at him fiercely.
This man's age was hard to determine, but judging by his sparse hair and his face crammed with wrinkles, Lin Lu figured he must be over forty.
"Do miners always treat guests this way? I'm just looking for a businessman associated with Mr. Kiflomi."
"Haha, are you planning to trade verified Space Port information with Vika Security Department?" The ugly dwarf said sinisterly, raising a large-caliber handgun with its dark muzzle aimed directly at Lin Lu.
"Let me say this again, I'm here to talk business. If Mr. Kiflomi doesn't want to meet, that's fine, but what's the meaning of pointing a gun at me now?" Lin Lu's face also turned unfriendly in that instant.
