The group of men shuddered, all looking at the black-clothed person before them in shock.
He exuded the aura of a powerful being.
His descent brought upon them a sense of oppression, leaving them unable to breathe.
Even turning their faces red and their knees trembling.
One of them said nervously, "No, no... don't know... Hero, please spare my life... Hero, please spare my life!"
But who knew.
The black-clothed person put away the drawing in his hand and swept his hand with a wave.
Swish, swish...
Several heads flew through the air, rolling onto the street, startling indeed.
"Don't blame me for being heartless... It's the survival of the fittest; this world can no longer accommodate you."
The black-clothed man looked ahead, continuing to search for his target.
Glancing around.
The towering buildings, and those glaring light bulbs, deepened his confusion.
