Francis glanced at the other woman's hot and voluptuous figure, and her mature demeanor aroused a desire to hunt her.

Unfortunately, this woman, who looked like she was in her twenties, had already been touched by that filthy man several times.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, he touched that supple, soft flesh, then calmly withdrew the badge, his words a subtle rejection of the alluring woman.

Meeting the alluring woman's mournful gaze, Francis couldn't help but chuckle softly: "Are you alright?"

He spoke gently, his polite demeanor and refined, approachable manner standing out starkly in this boorish guild.

"Ugh, Lord Yin is so awful... I'm alright now, but Lord Yin is so kind."

"I treat every charming lady the same way."

Francis smiled, a dim glint of light flashing in his eyes.

A front desk staff member used her as an opportunity to infiltrate the guild.

But clearly, the other party wasn't significant enough to warrant his effort and time.

"Lord Yin, this is your payment. Please accept it."

"Um."

After Francis left, amidst the awe-inspiring gazes of the crowd, he pursed his lips, his body shimmering with illusory, blazing white lightning, and waved in a friendly manner.

He had shoulder-length flaxen hair, handsome and captivating features, a tall and straight figure, and a pair of emerald eyes that revealed a hint of affection and gentleness.

"What? Commander Yin seems quite kind."

"Yes, this regimental commander often helps civilians; he's a good man."

"Lord Yin is so handsome! Such an outstanding figure must come from a prominent family, right?"

The crowd exclaimed in amazement, never imagining that this Lord Yin was once a lowly and insignificant slave on a construction site.