The man's features indicated he was of Asian descent, a highlander from Northeast Asia, with a beard covering his jawline, dark skin, clearly someone used to working outdoors on construction sites. His belt held a mono-molecular dagger and a revolver, and both of his hands were equipped with ballistic assistance. A massive trio of scar wounds marred his left face, as if something had clawed at him, necessitating a cyber eye implant. His body bore an array of scars and metal studs, looking like a patchwork of flesh sewn together.
He grinned with menacingly white teeth, greeting Li Pan,
"Yo."
Li Pan looked at him, the weariness and powerlessness swiftly washed away like by a forceful current, his back hairs standing on end.
What the hell is this thing.
The man kept his eerie smile, fixating on Li Pan,
"Yo."
"Yo your mom!"
Li Pan reached for his weapon, realized he had forgotten to bring Tojikiri, and impatiently lifted his suit jacket to reveal the 'Black Kite' at his waist.
