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Chapter 155 - 155 126 At that time I was still very skinny (5100)_1

Chapter 155: 126 At that time I was still very skinny (5100)_1 Chapter 155: 126 At that time I was still very skinny (5100)_1 Muscles, muscles, everywhere.

Leon swallowed hard and lifted his head.

The man who answered the door was a strapping lad close to 190cm. His arms were as thick as tree trunks, and his shoulders resembled robust tires. His skeleton expanded, and his body boasted chunks of muscles as if he were made of stone, standing tall like an iron tower.

Leon noticed the man was bare-chested, sweat drops rolling down his muscular torso. Evaporating from his skin, they formed a faint mist. A tremendous body heat emanated from his muscular body, overwhelming Leon with a feeling of being radiated by a powerful, oppressive magnetic field.

Instantly, Leon felt his legs give way. He tensed up his waist and chest, immobilizing himself on the spot.

“Why are you standing still? Come in.”

Previously, the voice was muffled behind the door, but now, thunder echoed in Leon’s ears as the men spoke face-to-face.

The man’s bass voice numbed Leon’s eardrums.

Darn!

Is this Twilight?

A member known for their agility in the crossbow style?

You’re kidding me!

Leon took a deep breath, forcing a ridiculous smile on his pretty face, “Mister, I’m sorry. I think I may be at the wrong place. I apologize…”

“Wrong place?”

The bulky man furrowed his brows, “Didn’t you say you’re from the Black Mountain Archery Club? I’m a member too.”

Unsettled by the other’s displeasure, Leon tensed his slim waist, “Um… Is this No. 29 Garden Street?”

“Isn’t it written on the sign?”

Assuredly, the sturdy man reached up and ripped down a metal nameplate. The nail lodged in the wall seemed to fly out.

“Isn’t this No. 29 Garden Street?”

“It’s clearly written.”

He shook the palm-sized metal nameplate in front of Leon, with ‘No. 29 Garden Street’ indisputably engraved on it.

Then he reached out again, slapping his hand against the doorframe.

Boom!

A tremendous noise ensued, followed by a shower of dust.

A palm-shaped indentation had appeared on the cement wall, the metal nameplate neatly lodged within.

“Phew phew phew…”

Leon spat out some dust. He’d opened his mouth too wide in shock, accidentally inhaling some of the dust.

“Yes… it is. But…”

After a look at the muscular man’s deep and robust face, his wild, grey hair, and unkempt beard, Leon found it hard to associate him with the delicate Twilight he had imagined. The difference was incredible!

Under the heavy gaze, Leon pulled out a photograph from his pocket; a full-body shot of Twilight.

An archetypal profile of a crossbow style member.

“The person in this photo is who I am looking for, you don’t…” he hesitated, “This is not you, is it?”

“It’s me.”

The sturdy man glanced at the picture, then affirmed.

“Really?”

Leon looked utterly unconvinced.

“Yes.” The man took the picture, held it up against his face, then placed it on his chest, “Back then, I was very thin.”

“But…” Leon opened his mouth to say something.

“Stop wasting time and come in already.”

A massive hand came over. Known for agility, Leon had no time to react. A shadow swept across his eyes, a hand gripped his shoulder.

Then, he was suddenly inside the house.

The door slammed shut.

Clang!

The sound of the falling metal nameplate echoed from outside.

Leon looked up at the man towering two heads taller than him and instantly felt exposed and insecure.

“I hope… I hope he is really a member of the crossbow stream…”

“Otherwise, I’m done for!”

Cold sweat soaked through Leon’s white shirt.

Fifteen minutes later, in the ochre living room.

Leon and Casio sat opposite each other on the sofa.

Casio casually crossed his legs, his massive frame sunk into the sofa. He held a white porcelain cup in his hand. Next to his substantial fist, the cup looked like a toy. Casio brought the cup to his lips, tilted his head back, and emptied it in one go.

On the other side.

Leon sat cooped up like a victim, meticulously crossing his legs like a lady, sipping coffee and stealing glances at Casio from time to time.

“Ding.”

The emptied cup was placed back on the table.

Leon shuddered instinctively. Even after several minutes, he was still somewhat in shock. After a while of comparing the picture to Casio, he finally established their identical eyebrows and contours. After checking the two marks on the back of Casio’s enormous palm, he confirmed this was Twilight.

Compared to the hulk now.

Twilight was indeed thin when he left his photograph…

On the sofa, feeling the continuous sneaky glances.

Casio spoke unaffectedly, “Do not be surprised. I was sickly since childhood and fell seriously ill again a few months ago. So, I resolved to exercise and build a strong and healthy body that won’t fall ill. If I hadn’t died at the hands of some dark creature but because of a disease, it would have been the greatest insult to the Markers…”