C245 In the Middle of the Sword and the Magic

In the hotel lobby, Doyle spotted a stocky man clad in black, clearly waiting for him.

The man stood barely 1.5 meters tall, built like a weight, his eyes glinting with malevolence—a clear sign he wasn't to be trifled with.

After sizing him up, Doyle assessed the man's capabilities as a Rank Eight warrior.

Such compact