That afternoon, Leonard Ethan arrived at a pub in the city center of Toronto, and under the guidance of an attendant, he entered a corner on the second floor of the pub. "Good evening, Mr. Scott!"
Greeting Scott, who was sitting at the round table, Leonard Ethan took a seat in the chair opposite him.
Simultaneously, on the roof where no one could spot, ravens with metal blades hung from their claws descended from the sky, slipping through cracks which humans could not cross, and entered the pub, inspecting the entire place.
He was so anxious because the billionaire's invitation to him today was far from ordinary, so it made sense to be prepared for anything.
However, upon arriving at the scene, he realized that he was obviously too nervous, since the entire second floor of the pub only had Scott sitting there.
After having the three ravens scout around, they confirmed that the wealthy man had indeed come alone, just as he said, and had not brought any entourage.
