The scar faced man thought. From the moment he met the tall man, he felt like he had seen his face somewhere. He racked his brain to recall the information and that's when it suddenly dawned onto him.
A month ago, his faction sent him a poster of a person… well, saying it was a person was wrong, after all, it was the human appearance of the being that wreaked havoc in the capital, Laplace.
The scar faced man silently took out a transmission conch from his hand and was just about to contact someone through it, when suddenly the tall man who was about to exit out, stopped in front of the entrance.
"Ah I forgot to say something," the latter said.
"W-what is it?" The scar faced man asked, hiding the conch behind him.
"Nothing much, it's just that you should try to maintain a poker face when you are thinking something since your face was a giveaway to all your thoughts".
