Chapter 248: In medicine, even the masters had to call him Master

Two Rusian fighters, eyes hard and vicious, moved in to discipline a frail old man. For them, it was nothing. Before they reached Kashton Zerba, an icy, indifferent gaze swept over like a physical chill. "Rusian dogs dare to swagger on Chiton soil?" Diego Santee lifted his eyelids and looked at the two men bearing down on him. "Bastards!" The two Rusians had been stewing since the slaps they took earlier. Old hatred mixed with fresh bile. With a roar, they abandoned Kashton and whipped around. Like...