Chapter 202 The Right to Final Interpretation_2

The man in the room appeared to be in his thirties, of average build, neither handsome nor ugly, neither tall nor short. He wore a white long-sleeve shirt, a style common among both locals and foreigners, paired with a pair of black dress pants.

His most distinguishing feature was that he had none, the type who would definitely blend into a crowd undetected.

"Hello, you can just call me Tom."

Tom, it seemed he often changed his name, so much so that Dawson couldn't even remember it or perhaps he had a new name that Dawson was yet unaware of.

Surely a man in intelligence, with a forgettable face and an equally forgettable name, always ready to assume a new identity.

Gao Guang extended his hand, respectfully saying, "Hello, my name is Mad Dog."

Tom smiled and said, "I've heard much about you, your marksmanship is impressive."

There was no air conditioning in the room, so it was very hot.