The reflection in the mirror showed a body of solid muscle.
There wasn't an ounce of excess fat, as if every muscle had been measured by the most precise instruments and meticulously assembled. So robust, it might not be an exaggeration to liken it to steel.
Wolf King Rob merely gave it a casual glance before putting on a gray vest. He then drew the curtains of the room, looking through the floor-to-ceiling window at the city outside the high-rise.
It's the depths of winter—this city outside is Geneva, the second-largest city in Switzerland.
Indeed, he was saved by a mysterious elder, and in an instant crossed several different countries, from the base built near the Maple Club in Xianzong Forest, suddenly arriving in this city.
In this city retaining the distinctive architectural style of the last century, Rob felt a lazy atmosphere—after all, this city and even this nation has always adhered to pacifism above all.
