The door to this posh guest room on the second floor was suddenly opened, and two Lionhearts, one tall and one short, came striding in. Neither was being courteous, acting as if they were in their own homes.
The taller Lionheart wore a metal mask on his face; he was a warrior who towered with his height of nearly five meters! His weight was not lower than 700 pounds!
Solomon's owner was a Lionheart, so the rooms were built exceptionally large, but despite this, this newcomer still needed to lower his head slightly when he barged in, looking somewhat awkward.
The young Lionheart beside him was not a stranger. It was in fact the very same one he had saved in the desert, Heinrich, the one whom Xia Fei had given two tight slaps in his anger. Could he have brought his father to come find him?