“What did you say?”

Sky jumped up in shock, turning over the wine glass in front of him. The red wine spilled out, yet nobody cared.

Zachary was a half-stepped Grandmaster, so he could hear everything clearly. His expression also changed abruptly as he frowned.

He knew the person who led the case in Divine Constabulary of Missouri: it was Travis Blair, an Earth ranked martial artist as well as his direct subordinate. Even though he was relatively rough and a bit flawed in his personality,