Step! Step!
A tall figure with crimson hair and striking blue eyes was walking through the streets of the bandit camp.
The figure's posture was slightly slumped, however, if one paid any attention to him, they could easily tell he was refined.
Unfortunately, no one did, as they were more concerned about themselves and their survival.
Naturally, this person was Gabriel, and he was slowly heading toward the luxurious buildings where the boss of this camp resided.
His crimson hair fell carelessly around his temple, hiding the hateful spark in his eye.
It was just as he had predicted. Most of the bandits appeared wasted and wobbly, a few of them even asleep. It would still be some hours before they fully regained their senses.
"You have one single job, and you can't even do it!"
SLAP!
One of the bandits swung his massive hand and slapped a young kid.
Gabriel ignored them and continued pushing forward, that was until he sensed a presence behind him.
