"Santiago, I didn't expect you to be here!"
Nathan was looking at Lecan when someone patted him on the shoulder.
In fact, the Master of martial arts didn't like to be slapped on the shoulder. They often had a fight response so that people might be beaten down with a subconscious Drill Fist.
But Nathan had reached a high level. This kind of greeting without malice would not trigger his fight response.
"Santiago? I am not Santiago!" Nathan frowned and turned back in a rage.
You didn't even know my name, so how dare you try to get close to me?
Albert who patted Nathan on the shoulder suddenly felt embarrassed, and said, "Of course I know that you are not Santiago, but Evans. However, it's the same for me, right?"
Nathan looked at Albert for a while, then he remembered him. Wasn't he the deputy director of the Political Office of Rikkus?
He was the presiding judge of Amanda last time.