C78 CHAPTER 78

The sudden turn of events also stunned the remaining few mystic artists.

They all turned around and looked behind them.

They saw a 15-16-year-old youth who had appeared out of nowhere, his gaze incomparably cold.

"Kid, who are you? Why are you interfering with the matters of my Typhoon Garrison?"

One of the bald men carrying a large blade stared fiercely at Jeff and spoke maliciously