John flipped off the motorcycle, tugging off his sand-worn scarf, and took deep breaths of the air.
The taste of the scorching sun outdoors was not pleasant.
Aelon wore a gray vest and work pants, her prosthetic eyes likely upgraded again—blue pupils reflected faint metallic lines in the strong light.
Her expression was neutral as she spoke with certainty.
"To make you flip, your riding skills must be impressive."
"Heh."
John knew Alonna's way of speaking was straightforward, which made him a bit embarrassed.
"The motorcycle assassins of Owl Town, all challenging speed demons... Forget it, I'm not going to boast to you, just tell me what you plan to do."
"Going to war with Ironfoot Kombu."
Alonna said calmly and confidently.
[Mission: Enough is Enough]
[Rewards: Payment, Prosthetic Body [Unknown]]
Alonna introduced the job to John.
The Wanderers and the Exiles were mortal enemies.
