"Brother, it's me. Me, Mario." The figure told Iwan with bloodshot eyes.
Hearing the voice of the figure from a few feet away from him, Iwan could feel his body shivering.
He trembled and lowered his leg before hugging the figure in front of him.
"Barbero, what happened to you?" Iwan hugged the figure whose identity was one that was deeply connected with Iwans.
"Has the Crimson Raven's army already reached the demonic sect?" Iwan asked Barbero before gently pushing him away and looking at his swollen face.
That was the reason why Iwan had used the word, 'army' instead of members because there were no martial artists who would leave a person in such a state.
It was better to kill someone than to let him run away with ripped robes and a swollen face.
Even before Babero answered, Iwan was already fuming with rage. "Preposterous, I will kill the bastards who did this to you." Iwan declared at the top of his lungs.