Shui's birthday banquet arc (17)

Hairs stood straight and the skin tingled of those socialites when Jun made their way towards them. His expression looked extremely serene, but it carried an air of lethality that showed how they had stepped on a landmine. The damage from Ai's comeback was already making them spit blood but adding Jun to that mix was only a recipe for disaster.

He had been quietly listening to everybody's nonsense while also making a mental note of his targets.

Jun's tall figure looked like a menacing tower looming upon a woman who had voiced quite of her 'opinions' against Ai. He tilted his head, his dark brown irises staring straight into her eyes as if he would suck out her very life force at any moment.

Sweat broke out on that woman's forehead that threatened to ruin her makeup. Her gaze fell on his hand that had a notepad and a pen with him.

W-what's that for?