"Stambeck, it's been twenty years since we last met in Daisy City.”
Bromfield walked up with a smile.
Although he was only a Type 3 powerhouse, he was still qualified to be on equal footing with Stampek as the patriarch of the Ronid family.
The glory of their ancestors was there.
" Yes. I've been using the 'Photoworm' to communicate all these years, but I haven't had a chance to have a drink with you and your old friend!”
The bald man with the heavy sword on his back was covered in hard muscles, and he knocked Bromfield hard.
"Haha, although I can't beat you in terms of strength, you can't hold your liquor.”
Yang Xi found it a little funny. He didn't expect the feminine and handsome Bronfield to be an alcoholic. It was quite a contrast.
"This is my son, Brewer. His talent is much stronger than mine!”
