In a pool hall that wasn't very nice, Peter Brown entered and immediately saw Hollis Wilson playing pool with several young people, each sporting dyed hair and cheap, trendy clothes.
"Peter Brown!"
The moment Hollis Wilson caught sight of Peter, he was completely dumbfounded—he had never expected Peter Brown to be the one who turned up.
Jumping up all at once, he pointed at Peter and yelled, "Is that you? Were you the one who made the call?"
Seeing Hollis with his dyed yellow hair styled like flames and his thin frame, Peter smirked to himself. This kid's body wasn't that great after all.
"Yes, it was me."
Peter stood there, remarkably calm.
"You little punk, you dare to take advantage of me? I'll kill you!"
As he spoke, he lunged at Peter.
Although Peter was no longer as powerful as before, his physical strength was undeniable, immensely so, and he could still use worldly fighting techniques.
When he saw the other guy charging at him, Peter's foot shot out in a kick.
