"The Impalers?" Clyde frowned, contemplating Tom's words.
The strange black-haired man was an assassin, that much they could tell. He didn't talk a lot, nor did he make a lot of eye-catching movements, but his naturally sub-average figure and aura could draw a perceptive person's attention.
"Indeed. They are unscrupulous murderers and criminals. They stand for the very opposite of what you guys stand for." Tom nodded, arms still crossed.
Clyde came to a realization and habitually pushed his glasses up.
"Hence, they are most likely going to seek trouble with us!"
Tom said nothing, but his silence made it clear that Clyde was very correct.
"What are their ways of doing things? Aside from everything you mentioned, is there anything else specific?" Clyde followed up, ready to put his mind to use.
Cain leaned in as well. He hadn't paid much attention to the other gangs in the area, as he thought only the Titans were worth his attention. In a way, he was right.
