Wei Tianyang smashed through the glass and landed on the floor.
Under the yellow indoor lighting, the glass shards transformed into tea-colored gem fragments.
He smelled a strong aroma of coffee and roasted tobacco, looked around the room, and saw an empty coffee mug on the living room table with a still-lit cigar perched on its edge.
In front of a table, a dark-skinned man sat facing him.
"I am Lapras... the boss here. Are you Wei Tianyang? Are you real or fake?" Lapras spoke.
His earpiece accurately translated the speech.
"Why don't you try and find out for yourself?" Wei Tianyang slowly walked towards him, his footsteps heavy and firm; his body, weighing over 400 kilograms due to its iron transformation, made the wooden floor creak and groan, and even the nearby furniture shook.
Lapras had his hands on the table; he was fully armed, wearing a dark green military uniform with a silver revolver hanging on a strap across his chest.
