dripping... dripping...
The world under the rain still looked the same – black rain fog falling from the sky and being swept by the gale onto the ground. The sky was a heap of gray and gloomy storm clouds. You would feel like the sky was about to collapse any moment you looked up into the rainy sky.
"Splat..."
Black combat boots stepped into a puddle with a muddy water mixture splattering to both sides. A robust-looking bald youth stood behind a large tree, looking into the distance towards Black Rain Villa.
He was wearing a tight-fitting black combat suit that was designed to grip tightly at wrists and ankles. On the right side of his breast was a white fist logo indicating his identity.
Casio of Steel Fist Tao, the top-ranked core disciple, Harvey.
His hands hanging by his side, the black fist exuding a faint metallic feel was several times larger than that of an average adult male. Even without any force exerted, the veins on the back of his hand still markedly bulged.
