Roman, Kael, and Neato made their way to the city gate of Verdonia. The guards stood at attention as Roman approached, showing his ID without a word. The guards inspected the ID carefully, then nodded and stepped aside to let them pass.
As they walked out of the city, the trio was greeted by a large group of men, all armed and looking hostile. One of the men, clearly the leader, stepped forward, holding up a wanted poster with Neato's face on it. "We're looking for Neato," he announced, his voice carrying a threatening edge. "Wanted dead or alive. Reward: 70,000 Quids."
Roman quickly assessed the situation, counting around fifty men in total. This is troublesome, he thought, suppressing a sigh. He stepped forward, his face calm and composed. "Move aside," he commanded.
The men burst into laughter, their leader smirking as he stepped closer. "You have ten seconds to give us Neato or else—"
Before he could finish his sentence, his head exploded, a precise and deadly shot ringing through the air. The other men froze in shock, trying to comprehend what had just happened. Roman calmly put on his gloves, a faint smile playing on his lips. "It's been a long time since I've used this," he said, flexing his fingers. "Am I getting rusty?"
END OF CHAPTER 8