C97 Hundreds of Years of Scam

His body was on the verge of collapse, and his clothes were in tatters, but his eyes were extremely bright. He stood at the edge of the metal chain bridge like a javelin, exuding an intimidating aura of superiority.

When he spoke, it was not to explode. His tone was not one of discussion or notification, but of command. There was a sense of dominance in his tone, like he had to obey orders