He was a thin and weak man, with short hair and wrinkled clothes, looking plain and ordinary.
But Mad Wolf knew that this seemingly down-and-out man was actually an Official Martial Artist, and the reason he was living in such a poor condition in a communal building was because he was fond of gambling and drinking, unable to save any money.
This man was too familiar to him, for he was once the nightmare of his childhood, the initiator who led him out of the city to become a wanderer—this man was his father.
Since his rebirth, Mad Wolf had never thought about this man, because in his memory, childhood was too painful, endless beatings and scoldings, clearly having parents, yet often starving.
It was not the ordinary feeling of hunger; it was the kind that caused stomach cramps, so severe that it made him nauseous with nothing to vomit out.
That maddening hunger was really unbearable, and many times, Mad Wolf survived only because kind neighbors gave him some food.
