Under the pure white sun, upon the carpet-like green grassland.
A teenage boy dressed in a white shirt and black suit was walking step by step.
His eyes scanned over the shattered convoy, finally reflecting Casio's silhouette in his pure black pupils. His face carrying a faint, almost imperceptible smile, which gave him an aristocratic air from afar.
Clic-clic.
His leather shoes stepped on a burnt black severed hand, making a noise as the bones shattered. Not sure whose from the Organization it was.
Clap, clap, clap...
Amos started to clap, his arrogant gaze did not pay much attention to Feng Liusi and Sheng Feinan. Instead, he only looked at Casio.
"In a short time, you managed to take care of at least five elite teams from the Organization, which is about two-thirds of the force in Kula City. Impressive, impressive…" He slowly withdrew his hands, "We haven't seen each other for about two months, haven't we…"
