The master glanced at the departing Samantha Miller, without much thought, stood directly at the door waiting for Daniel Johnson's arrival.
To be honest, he hadn't seen this lord for a whole year.
Without Daniel Johnson, he would have long turned into Dusthaven, where would his current self be?
A minute later, a burly man appeared at the club.
The man had a crew cut, a square face, eyes like cold steel, and a solemn expression.
He wore a black shirt, its collar slightly open, his physique very strong, shirt sleeves rolled to the middle of his arms.
Behind him followed two elders, their aura terrifying, eyes sharp, footsteps light.
Absolutely masters among masters!
The master saw the leading man, somewhat excited, rushed over to greet him respectfully, "My lord!"
Daniel Johnson glanced at the man in front of him, expressionless, and asked, "Is the person here?"
The master nodded, "He is in the private room."
