Bale grabbed the key for one of their most luxurious cars from a drawer and entered their garage. Mark—disguised as Heilan—followed him.
Both of them had gotten into sophisticated tailored suits, jackets, and clean black shoes. They looked gentlemanly; an effeminate young man and an incredibly masculine one—they were quite the contrast.
Mark wasn't really a man who knew how to handle clothing so sophisticated, but it was nothing that the internet couldn't fix for him. In his private chambers, he had worn into the suits using the help of tutorials online.
"What did the scientist say?" Bale asked.
Mark answered, "She is on the way to the meeting point. What about the Contract Hunter?"
"That wench is already there. Waiting for us in the sky in her plane, circling the location."
The masculine A-Ranker turned on the furious engine of his sleek black car that looked somewhat like a Bentley from Earth.
