Tang Qian, male, forty-one years old, was part of the crowd.
Mercenary from Central Earth, top-performing assault service salesman at Desert Market with only 41% positive reviews, runner-up in the fourteenth Big Stomach King contest in Northern Thousand Island, silver card member of the Red Phoenix Night Club… and even, the chosen sovereign of the crowd.
Favourite aliases: Tom, Jerry, Smith, Zhong Zhitiao, Wang Yuehan, Chen Laoshi, Yu Qiang, and so on.
Changing names after every job was quite normal.
His combat power was unknown; he would blend in when facing the weak, and play dead when facing the powerful; embodying his ancestors, he was truly someone who fed his entire family alone.
Unlike the terrifying presence of the peak three-headed and six-armed Asura, old Tang was still in a two-armed state, completely confused, with a dumbfounded expression, still unclear about the situation.
What happened? Where's the enemy? Who the heck am I?
