บท 1289: F**k, It’s a Bunch of Hooligans!

Wang Teng waited. Three days passed until someone went to retrieve Swait and the others.

The person arrived along with General Cameron.

Once notified of their visit, he received them in the Tiger Strike Force's reception hall.

The place was neither huge nor luxurious. It was simple, in line with the military style.

Everyone took a seat, and Wang Teng asked someone to serve them water.

The Third Prince's representative this time was also a man who seemed to be barely twenty-seven years old. However, it wasn't difficult for those present to see that his real age was far more than that.

In any case, a hundred years old was considered as very young when considering martial warriors above the planetary stage.

Considering some special races, even their five hundred or thousand year old members were still in their infancy.