Chapter 145: Fistborn Expert

At the parking lot halfway up Cloude Mountain, a dark green military jeep was parked. A man and a woman got out of the jeep. The man, about forty, wore a military uniform with a senior colonel's insignia. He stood tall and straight, walking with a decisive stride. His large hands added to his tough, imposing aura. The woman, on the other hand, had a strikingly cold and beautiful face, and her figure was curvy and attractive, even the baggy uniform couldn't hide it. What's more surprising, she was...