Blood Domination System

108. Enter the Void

The Returning Man was a solid 6 footer. Standing in the room, he dwarfed the figure of The whip and the schizo girl.

His smile was non ideal. The brownish color they revealed was more of a turn off, considering how cocky he was built. Large biceps, gigantic moulds of muscles. A squared out jaw and sturdy fingers that spoke of individual strength in them.

He was the ideal form of a Superman, if that was real. But considering his facial make up, he was nothing to write home about. The roughened face, the scar at the left eye, all of which ruined the reputation he could have had for himself.

Still, he was the Returning Man. And those scars told of the power he had within his brain cells. The heavy chain he had, the bling of it was none the less attractive . But it suited his sturdy frame. Along with the black sweatshirt he had on, he seemed more capable of leading a battalion than The Whip.

At least, that was what the leadership thought. And The Whip, even as much he was not pleased with