Anywhere in the world, strength was the most direct and useful way to express yourself, especially overwhelming strength.

Andrew followed Toby through the dirty, winding alleys of the city of Hope. It was getting late, and Andrew needed to find a place to stay for the night.

Nonetheless, there was no rush. First, he needed to find someone halfway decent to gather some information.

For instance, about Reginald's whereabouts.

It was precisely for this purpose that Andrew had lured the Razor Crew members to the bar. However, he had not expected that the Night Rose bar would also be involved in such shady business. So, he had given them a little wake-up call while he was at it.

"Sir, which country are you from?" Toby asked nervously, trying to cozy up to Andrew.

"There aren't many Easterners in the City of Hope. But the ones who can survive here are all tough guys. There are several masters from Sorya, Eastonia, and even ancient Holtrien here. These guys are seriously skilled in mart