Chapter 1387 Pupils Constrict Here And There

As one might have suspected, the man that seemingly materialized from the shower of leaves as he gracefully leaped down from a tree branch was Ezra Sword. He never looked as intimidating as his reputation suggested. He looked no different from a high school boy in a white tee and track pants, and with that sunshine smile and disposition, he could walk in public view and most people would think he was nothing more than a teenage sweetheart. Who would believe that he was nearing his sixties? Zayn was honestly puzzled as to why Ezra would look so youthful—hell, “young” would have been a better word. It was just illogical for a sixty-year-old to look almost babyish. Some of the bystanders took notice of Ezra, even if most of them had no idea who he was or had gone through their lives not knowing his name. Fighters, however, knew all about him enough that the name sent shivers down their skin. Ezra was not just a big name with nothing behind it; he was the Saint’s premier retainer whose