Chapitre 1211: Another Golden Mutant!

As Randall called to the man, the sound of the wind in the vicinity seemed to have immediately become softer, and the cold atmosphere also decreased a little.

The tall figure in front of Randall slowly turned around. He was a black man with dark skin, but his eyes were shining. His head was bare and he did not have a beard. For a moment, it was impossible to determine his age.

However, with his calm composure, he was obviously older than Randall.

The man looked back at Randall and said, "Oh, it's you."

Then, he turned around and continued fishing.

Randall stood up and walked forward. "Master Mike, what are you doing?"

The black man Randall called Master was once an American. His full name was Mike Baylor.

Mike Baylor said, "Fishing."

Randall was puzzled. "Fishing?"