Book 4 Chapter 8.2 - Holding Your Hand

The robust man’s hair and thick beard were both a bit grizzled, looking like he was a bit aged. The tattoos on his robust arms had also become a bit blurry over the passage of time. He only wore a black leather vest, exposing his muscles outside. There was more or less some flaunting and intimidation intended. His eyes narrowed, landing on the terrifyingly large and strange rifle on Su’s back. The gun’s metal flickered with an indistinct radiance that seemed to be constantly reminding him that this was not something of the same generation as the machine gun in his hands. 

Even though the people that got off the off-road vehicles were surrounded and even pointed...