Chapter 856: A Vicious Woman

Langston Lashbrook was already close to fifty. Maybe it was because he trained in martial arts, but his vitality still ran hot, and he looked no older than forty. He stood tall, his white shirt sitting neatly across broad shoulders. His features resembled Martin Lowell by five or six parts out of ten. Yet the aura around him could not have been more different. Where Martin wore his edge on the outside, Langston kept his presence sheathed, his sharpness hidden. Beside him stood a woman who was not...