Gluttony

The mirror reflected a body covered in solid muscle.

Not a trace of excess fat showed anywhere, as if every muscle had been measured by the most precise instruments before being assembled onto him. He was so sturdy that comparing him to steel would not have been an exaggeration.

Wolf King Rob merely glanced over himself casually before putting on a gray vest. He then drew the curtains aside and looked out through the floor-to-ceiling window at the city beyond the high-rise.

It was the dead of winter—and the city outside was Geneva, Switzerland's second-largest city.

That was right. A mysterious old man had rescued him and, in the blink of an eye, carried him across several different countries, bringing him from the base built by the association near Xianzonglin straight to this city.

In this city, which retained the distinctive architectural style of the previous century, Rob sensed a lazy aura. After all, both the city and the country had always placed pacifism above everything else.

Rob clenched his fists. The injuries he had suffered while sniping at the Princess of the Xuanyuan family not long ago had basically healed after he spent the past few days taking the miraculous medicine Einstein had obtained from his so-called old friend.

Only the problems with his inner energy remained.

These injuries belonged to the ancient martial arts system of Eastern civilization. It seemed even those miraculous medicines capable of healing injuries were somewhat powerless against them. According to that old man Einstein, interference under different rules was the key reason the medicines could not fully display their effects. Rob had no idea what the old man was talking about. He only knew that the medicine did not work!

He had also finally learned who Einstein really was. The name had seemed