At this moment, a group of people were gathered at the restaurant entrance. Some were customers from the restaurant, while others had come to join in the fun after seeing the commotion on the street.
Among them was a man in a plain gray coat, the same hooded man the fierce-looking man had mentioned.
"He actually has the strength of a Rank 1 Blood Warrior; this reward won't be easy to come by!"
Seeing that Ryan had easily defeated the three men, he sneered, turned up the collar of his coat to completely cover his face, and then turned and squeezed out of the crowd.
His name was Rusk, but nobody in Greyhaven's underworld called him that. They called him the Mimic.
He had a rare talent: he could turn his body into an object. A lamp post at the side of a road, a barrel stacked against a wall, a stone statue at a gate, a signboard over a shop. As long as the object was not too far from his own size, he could become it, and no one could tell the difference.
