Just as the words fell, a tall figure emerged from behind a nearby large tree.
The man had changed his clothes. The fitted black fabric clung to his muscles, and the loose camouflage pants exuded a wild aura.
Hector Shaw walked slowly towards her, taking off the glasses from his nose, and smiled at her, "Just as I expected, you guessed I would still be here."
When Hector Shaw stepped over a piece of deadwood in front of him, his leg lifted somewhat stiffly, more awkward than normal people.
Back then, he was caught in a power struggle, ambushed, and the tendon in his right foot was brutally severed. By the time he arrived at Veridian Isle, he was barely alive, and it was Seraphina Redgrave who saved his life.
Later, he returned to the South and found someone to repair the tendon. Though it was repaired, it left a permanent scar.
Seraphina Redgrave looked at his leg without mockery or disdain, casually discussing something as ordinary as can be, "You walk quite naturally now."
