"You are from the Rock family, are you not?" Razeal asked after studying the man for a few moments. He had already recognized several signs. The long yellow hair was the most obvious, but the shape of the damaged armor, the heavy shoulder guards, and the rough mountain-like patterns carved along its surface were all connected to the Rock family.
Even the man's broad body and thick arms carried the physical traits their bloodline was known for. Razeal crossed one leg over the other again, making himself comfortable as though the answer did not matter much. The yellow-haired man remained silent. His breathing grew heavier, and his bloodshot eyes stayed fixed upon Razeal with barely controlled hatred.
He tried to move his arms once more, but Zero and Blitz held him without effort. Neither assassin looked at him. Neither showed anger or satisfaction. They simply restrained him as though he were an object that had been ordered not to move.
