The streetlights were dim, and the "Serendipity Pavilion" used a wooden sign, appearing indistinct in the night on Long Street.
The owner of the Serendipity Pavilion heard the commotion and thought it was a customer. He immediately emerged from the inner room with a standard welcoming smile.
However, as soon as the smile appeared on his face, it froze.
A group of people walked in.
Leading them was a woman as beautiful as a fairy, otherworldly, dressed in a denim jacket, exuding an air of coolness.
Following in a single file was a group of men in black, each tall and agile, who spread out automatically, quickly occupying the entire shop, focusing on guarding each exit.
Closing the door, blocking cameras, guarding exits...
Strict and orderly, methodical and meticulous.
It's clear they came to make trouble.
