Chapter 215: You're a Transforming Realm martial arts expert?

Soon, a menacing man in a fitted black training outfit came up the stairs. A knife-cold chill seemed to roll off him, merciless and sharp. Winston. He looked about thirty. Crew cut, eyes predatory as a leopard's, and a narrow knife scar carved from the corner of his eye to his jaw-savage and ugly, as if freshly made. The cold edge of his presence seemed to slice the air. The moment he stepped onto the third floor, the temperature seemed to plummet. "Drake, long time no see." Winston looked at...