Although Adam did not show it on his face, he felt a sense of danger from this man standing on the terrace.
The man radiated no hostility, yet the threat was unmistakable.
It was the aura of someone who had survived countless life-and-death battles. An aura forged through victory after victory.
It seemed to proclaim a single, unwavering truth:
No matter what happens… I will win!
How did Adam recognize this aura?
It was because he, too, radiated the very same one.
Just as Adam had sensed it from the man, the man, too, had sensed it from Adam.
The Lone Wolf couldn't help but break into a wide grin.
It was a feeling that not even the so-called leaders of the City Hall had ever managed to evoke in him.
He took a casual step forward and plummeted from the edge of the rooftop, landing calmly in the courtyard. Then he walked toward the raven-haired youth with confident strides and stood half a dozen steps away from him.
