The crowd looked at the middle-aged man, who was not only bald but also had a large, long-haired mole on the nose. His face seemed very lewd.

Mica, in particular, almost vomited when she saw his face as if he was afraid of being robbed.

‘Come on, aren't you too confident in yourself?’

"Where did you teleport from?" Donovan asked.

"Where did I teleport from?" The middle-aged man touched his balding top and rolled his big white eyes, his face full of euphemism, as if he was looking at fools. "Where else can I come from? Can't you see such big words?"

He pointed to the sign next to the portal.

The sign clearly stated that this portal could only teleport to Razor City.

"So, you really teleported here from Razor City?"

The middle-aged man couldn't help but look over at the people watching the teleportation circle, "Who are they? Looking all human-like, do they have a few screws loose in their heads?"

“...”

After the man finished speaking, he hurriedly left this place of trouble.