Before long, a group of people emerged. Among them were three foreigners with blonde hair and blue eyes. Walking alongside them was a local who appeared to be their translator.
When they saw the sign being held up by Thorne’s subordinates, the local stepped forward with a dismissive look and said: “Which one of you is Thorne? Mr. Puckett is here, and this is how you welcome him?”
“I’m Thorne Pittman. I came to personally welcome him. That’s already a big favor.” Thorne replied coldly.
The local glared at Thorne, about to scold him, but Puckett walked over, laughing: “Oh, you’re Pittman? You really do look just like your picture.”
“Welcome, Mr. Puckett. I’ve already arranged the banquet. Let’s go.”
Thorne said politely, and the translator, hired at a high price, conveyed his words to P
