"It really is a beautiful night." Kael turned his face to the side again and added, "Don't you agree?"
More figures appeared on the roof of the luxurious mansion, observing the corpses of their companions. Filled with rage and hatred, they glared murderously at Kael, who was looking at the moon with indifference.
"Mr. Expert, I apologize for bothering you at this time of night," one of the group members stepped forward.
He had brown hair, brown eyes, and a scar on his lips; he was muscular and approximately 1.81 meters tall.
"Mr. Expert?" Kael raised an eyebrow, his expression unchanged.
"So, people in rank 7 are called experts, and you're not one," said the brown-haired guy, gesturing with his eyes.
"Oh..." He feigned surprise, but it was clearly a lie; he knew from the start. "And that doesn't make you an expert, too, thinking I would send one for a young man like me," he said, noticing the brown-haired man's rank 7 aura.
