Howling winds accompanied the pouring rain as a massive storm ensued.
Mag opened his black umbrella to keep out the rain while holding his sword in his other hand. His eyes narrowed as he searched for the limping figure outside.
After taking a glance out of the corner of his eyes at the two figures under the canopy of Mobai's forge, Mag strode out of the restaurant. The wind and rain instantly drenched his shoes and the bottom section of his pants, but his expression didn't change in the slightest as he made his way toward Louis at an even pace.
"He came out, Team Leader, and he's holding a sword!" The thin Black Falcon's eyes lit up initially, but a fearful look then appeared on his face. Why would an ordinary chef carry a sword with him out on a rainy night? If Narson really was correct and this chef truly was Alex, then wouldn't he be able to kill all of them?