The man who had suddenly appeared to be in his thirties. His black hair had been swept cleanly to the back of his head, not letting even the slightest hair strand to slip and come loose beside the sides of his head. His eyes were sharp and a part of him appeared to be mixed with a foreign blood. When Lev looked at the man, he recalled an older version of the man. His eyes were of the same black color but his hair was mostly white. The man's attitude and his stern expression was so similar that Lev had pulled a gun toward him before he realized it.
The man who was sitting beside Lev didn't know that his gun was hanging out from his pocket. He only noticed that his gun was missing when suddenly Lev had snatched a gun from his waist. Everyone who saw this immediately was stunned and pulled their guns in reflex.
The man who was now facing Lev's gun stared at him Without breaking their eye contact, "What's the meaning of this?"
