After standing at the door for about three minutes, a muscular man in his forties came out of the mansion. He was also wearing a suit, but without buttoning it up, and as he walked, the pistol hanging at his waist would be exposed.
Gao Guang was too skinny, a rare sight in the PMC industry where a robust physique was considered the most basic sign of respect for the job of private security, where it was the norm to be among strong men.
After sizing up Gao Guang, the muscular man who had come out to meet him seemed very surprised by Gao Guang's appearance, and he frowned, "Are you Mad Dog?"
Gao Guang could only nod and said, "Yes, that's me, I've brought the fax from yesterday."
Gao Guang took out the contract again, which Sam had signed first, then faxed to him to sign and fax back, but this document had no legal effect, and it amounted to just a travel pass. Today, after finally arriving at the location, he would have to sign it again for it to be official.