chapter 27 strength

Along with these words, a strong man stepped into the door. This man looked to be in his early forties, with a dark complexion. Time had left countless marks on his face, and there was a cross scar on the left side of his face. This man was casually wearing short clothes and had a machete on his waist.

He stood in the center of the hall and said: "I am Zveka!"

In just five words, a natural momentum arose spontaneously

Behind him were three or five capable men, followed...