Chapter 149: Fourth Order Powerhouse

One of them stood with his hands behind his back, dressed in a clean black shirt, his face appearing quite pale, as if he had not seen the sun for many days. He looked to be around twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old. His face had clear-cut features, making him somewhat handsome. However, his face was icy cold, his eyes glimmering with a cold, ruthless glare. It was a killing intent and coldness cultivated from long-term battle.

Standing against him was an extremely tall middle-aged man. This man had a muscular build like a tiger and bear, at least 1.9 meters tall. Even more surprising was the array of kitchen utensils he had strapped to his back, there were clay pots, kitchen knives, spatulas, and even a dishcloth.