This voice was piercing, yet not frivolous.
The mature tone carried a faint sarcasm, and one could directly tell that the speaker was definitely not in their twenties.
The crowd turned to look in the direction of the voice.
A red high-collared trench coat that hung down to the knees, embellished with rows of brass-glowing metal buttons.
Two arms hung at his sides, and his hands were covered by black leather gloves.
Beneath the gray-white buzz cut was a rugged face chiseled like a stone, though the eyes, which best expressed vigor and spirit, were hidden behind a pair of dark sunglasses.
He walked with a tiger-like stride, half a head shorter than Boat, and was a bit leaner in build.
Yet, to ordinary people, he was a man standing nearly 190 centimeters tall, exuding a sense of power with every move!
When he appeared, the natural aura radiating from his body compelled people to step back involuntarily.
