Although the old guy was definitely old, his presence was incredibly powerful.
Even though his strength couldn't be measured, he still gave off a strong sense of pressure.
"Mason Raymond? Why are you here?" Phoebe Billy asked, his eyebrows furrowed in shock.
He thought I should be chased and killed by Hawk Thompson by now.
Even if I managed to escape that fate, I still shouldn't be showing up here so casually!
I let out a cold laugh, "What, are you shocked to see me here? Are you wondering why Hawk couldn't kill me?"
Phoebe's eyebrows creased even more—
Could it be that Hawk was beaten by me?
"You're Mason Raymond?"
An old man beside Phoebe spoke.
His sharp eyes coldly stared at me.
"Yes, I am. And who are you, old beast?" I asked directly.
Though I had no clue who the old man was, he was clearly not a good person, as he had come in the same car as Phoebe, and must be part of the Capital City Martial Arts Association.
