Phantasy sat in the car and did not bother with the driver who made small talks to make her feel at ease. After trying to get her to talk for some time but failed, the japanese man sitting beside him sent him a glare.
Phantasy briefly looked at the man and at her phone. Her parents were probably worried to death right now. Their only child has been taken captive by the devil. But why was she feeling sad that she wasn't being kept anymore?
"Mr Kung Fu, what happened to the first Mr Kung Fu yesterday?"
The Japanese man who had just being named Kung Fu glanced into the mirror and could not ignore her blue curious eyes. "His team has been disbanded."
She nodded her head like she understood. "So where is he now?"
The impatient man placed a hand on his sword and replied. "Back at the base in Japan."
"Oh so you are from Japan " when she said this, she wished she could take back what she just said. Was it not obvious to her that he was from Japan?
