Fortunately, he hadn't arrived too late. Jessica's face lit up the moment she saw Alexander appear.
"Alexander!" she exclaimed, unable to contain her excitement.
Yet, the excitement quickly gave way to a chilling undercurrent of fear and concern. The man before them radiated danger—was Alexander truly his match?
"Alexander?" Modessa looked at him, cold light flickering in his vertical pupils.
"Who are you?" Alexander queried, taking a bite of his hamburger.
"Dark List, ranked thirteenth—Cobra Modessa," Modessa paused and flashed a sinister grin. "Today, I've come to take your life."
"Oh, someone from the Dark List, huh?" Alexander nodded, taking another bite of his hot dog, speaking with muffled indifference. "Never thought you Dark List folks had such a sense of collective pride."
Seeing Alexander's nonchalant demeanor in the face of peril—further emphasized by his casual eating—Modessa felt a wave of humiliation crash over him.
