The battlefield between the Black Spade 'A' Organization and the Sand Dust Organization saw little participation from Casio, who simply extended a hand to deal with a few people.
The remainder would be left to the gunners from the Antiques Department and the Assassination Department who were rushing to provide support. After all, he had already ripped out all of the poisonous fangs of the Sand Dust Organization. If Black Spade 'A' couldn't handle this alone, they might as well disband.
Click, black boots crunching on rubble around the corner. A silhouette entered the Water Cloud House, moving neither hurriedly nor sluggishly, seemingly at leisure. Almost as if he was coming into a battlefield riddled with bullets for a vacation.
The man was dressed in a black trench coat, his erect and slender figure sketched out by the gentle breeze. He held a stone in his right hand, his fingertips like a grinding drill, sharpening the broken stone bit by bit into a pointed shape.
