Nick watched as the faces of the suited men fumed with anger and relished it. However, the moving train soon removed them from his view.
'Sigh…' The passengers in this train car weren't much, and Nick sat on one of the empty seats.
'This makeup actually helped. Only that Hugo guy and a few bouncers know my face… but that hallway's lights were dim.
'I wonder what those men will do now. Johan and his friends know where I work, so they will surely come to look for me. Trouble will come again. Ah, I'm tired. I'll think about a solution to that later…'
Nick rested his back on the seat and sighed again, pondering.
'So as it turned out, I actually need the street-fighting talent…' Nick didn't only equip that talent to help complete that task or escape the nightclub. He had thought deeply about the matter, farther than his current moment.
