Harvor had entered the VIP room, a place that should have been off-limits to any guests apart from those who were registered to enter. It was the expected rules of such an establishment.
Of course, there was one person to whom these rules didn’t apply, and that was Harvor. This was his city, this was his arena, and no one could say no to him.
Gary could recognize the presence of him immediately, and his looks due to him being the champion of the AFC.
The man had walked in with only a jacket with sleeves covered in purple and the rest of it white. It was left open, allowing his chiseled abs to show through.
This was a man meant to be in his fifties but looked like he was still in his prime around thirty or so. He was practically the poster boy for why everyone wanted to be an Altered.
If this was something that had happened before Gary got involved in all of this mess, he would have been completely star-struck, as he was one of the biggest fans of the AFC.