Chapter 250: The One Chosen By The Gods
Woos wasn’t angry at the nonsense he was spewing, rather he widened his eyes and took a good look at the man in front of him.
For normal people, the hero should be dignified and imposing, though may not necessarily be dazzling, but should be an outstanding person of integrity. But the person in front of him with the smoke in his mouth that looked like someone who got into bar fights daily definitely didn’t look like a hero.
Greenton had a head full of short dark brown hair, his body bulging with muscles. He was a good deal taller than Woos, wearing an old gray vest and shorts and tattered straw shoes. He in no way looked like a famous hero, but rather a refugee that just walked out of the slums and might beg you for food.
Not only did he look like a poor old man, after a while, you would notice that he’s a detestable poor old man!
A ridiculing look, grinning while looking down at Woos as he took a deep breath of his cigarette.
The burning tobacco let out a strange aroma, letting out smoke rings with each breath landing on Woos’ face making him cough repeatedly.
“Cough… Greenton, you’re late.”
Woos waved his hands to disperse the smoke, then held his waist as he slowly found a place nearby to sit and rest.
“I say, aren’t you too rigid? We haven’t seen each other for so long and the first thing you say is that?” Greenton laughed and found a place near Woos to sit.