"I have heard that Astran was really famous for its women, not this fcking rain!" A man with red hair yelled as he walked out of the airport.
Standing at 7' 0" tall, the caramel-skinned man had a threatening feel about him. If someone were to bum into him, their family should probably organise a funeral because this man, John Levin, was a ruthless hunter. Once he set his eyes on something, it was next to impossible to stop him from getting it. Most of the time, this meant whoever went against him had a 99.99% chance of getting screwed over by him.
"Relax John. Just be thankful the flight landed before it began raining." John's partner, Jenkin White said before adjusting his sunglasses to get a clear view of the man in front of them, "Also, let me remind you we are not here to have fun with the women. We are here to get the job done, that's it."
