When Lee led the students westward, he intentionally locked his gaze with the spies stationed at the shops on the other side of the street.
*gulp*
The textile shop owner, who was a spy affiliated to the Typhoon Clan, shuddered and swallowed his saliva as his eyes met Lee's. He felt as if his heart was being pierced, his soul was about to be torn away and his bones were about to break.
The man was drenched in sweat within seconds, and the party went on their way.
"What was that?"
The man collapsed on his chair and mumbled to himself. For a moment, he felt something extremely hostile. No, he could swear he almost died.
'He is dangerous!'
The shopkeeper spoke in his mind and quickly into his shop. Through the backdoor, he exited the shop and ran to the mansion of the Typhoon Clan.
[You are letting him go?]
'Yes. He is useful.'
[How?]
