As for the man in the suit, his face was extremely charismatic. He narrowed his calm black eyes into slits. His suit jacket was flung on the ground carelessly, and his sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, and his cuff—made with a gemstone of some sort—was glistening colorfully under the light, which pierced the pig-faced man's eyes.
The man took his suit jacket and looked calmly and deeply at the pig-faced man on the floor with smoking eyes as if looking at a corpse.
Just then, a phone rang.
The man in the suit took out his phone and put it to his ear as he adjusted his sleeves.
"Yes, I'm outside. I ran into a small bug." He spoke into the phone as he stepped on the pig-faced man's body. It could be on purpose or unintentional, but his foot landed on the man's critical area. The pig-faced man was about to scream when a stone flew directly into his open mouth.
