Whoosh!
A flash of silver arc disappeared in mid-air.
The chief suddenly found that the cigar he held in his mouth was reduced to a half, its burning end falling rolling to the ground.
He retreated two steps in fear.
The soles of the shiny black leather shoes connected with the road's surface, the figure stepping out of the sedan was indeed a young boy. Judging from his appearance and height, he looked to be about fourteen years old, around 1.5 meters tall, sporting common black short hair.
A pair of circular glasses perched on his nose bridge, reflecting a slight glare.
The black and white suit he wore was not formal or casual, but resembled the attire of a waiter or a steward, designed with a tapered waist.
On his left chest was pinned a brass badge.
The logo was an upside-down sword and a hand holding the sword hilt below it, with thorns entangled around the hand.
It seemed to be a representative symbol of an organization.
