C548 Night Fishing Village

The guy slowly walked out of the shadow of the ceiling lamp.

His first impression was that he was quite greasy. He combed his shiny back hair, which was the same color as the fur of the big black back next to him.

His face was full of potholes, as if the surface of the moon had been hit by another ten thousand meteor showers. As for his figure and attire, it was even more impressive