The City Lord’s Commission

The footsteps were very urgent.

​And clear.

Sean and others looked up and looked out the door, only to see a man in a tuxedo walking in quickly. His face was a little flustered, his forehead was covered with sweat, and his hanging hair was sticking to his face. He looked extremely embarrassed. He had tried his best to maintain the elegance and etiquette in his movements, but his face was dirty. There is really no other way to deal with this - or in other words, at this moment in the entire city of Roveland, I am afraid that no one can still maintain this elegance and calmness.

"Excuse me, who is the leader of the team?" The young man asked as soon as he walked into the hotel door.

His voice was full of urgency.

"I am, what's wrong?" Sean said.