Shi Jiu was not familiar with America. She only got the information during she followed Gu Ying this time. Otherwise, she still knew nothing about the style of the American people.
Of course, the mercenary group was domineering in the United States. The whole world had heard of it, and it was not a secret.
Previously, Shi Jiu had only vaguely known that the history of the current Supremo of the American was disgraceful in the past. It seemed that he had killed his elder brother in exchange for his current position.
However, in Shi Jiu's opinion, the current Supremo of the American should be a strong man. At any rate, his figure should be similar to that of Xian Qi and others like the Jing family. He was not strong enough, but absolutely smart and flexible.
However, the reality was cruel. It was obvious that he had nothing to do with any aspects.
He was less than one hundred and eighty meters tall and stood between the mercenary. The sense of existence was almost erased.