Inside the 18th state capital, a young man with bulging muscles and a broadsword on his back entered a crowded restaurant.
His expression was cold and unfriendly. Anyone that came across him made way for him in apprehension.
Without uttering a word, he walked to the fifth floor and entered a room.
"What took you so long?" A lady asked in annoyance.
"I was ambushed by some flies," he responded and took his seat casually.
Beside the lady in the room, there was a thin young man sitting by the side, sipping tea.
He looked at the burly man with a knowing look. "Who is it?" He asked.
"Some useless gangs trying to get ahead of themselves?"
"I bet they've set their eyes on you."
"Who cares? They will soon be killed anyway," he responded dismissively and took a bite from the apple on the table.
"Have you sent the report?" He asked, turning to face the lady.
"Yes, just did."
