Mana Capsule
"Hmm, what's taking these idiots so long?" A middle-aged man frowned, smoking a cigar as he puffed rings of all shapes. Moreover, through his mana, the rings turned moist, forming clouds in the room as they rained down cigar water.
It was his habit to create a cigar ecosystem anywhere indoor that he lived. He was bare-chested, wearing what seemed to be long trousers that were somewhat tattered at the bottom.
He had an average appearance, akin to a daily wage labourer. Honestly, if he were to change his getup, one wouldn't even know that he was part of a large mafia.
He was Luthak, a Master Water Warrior, dealing with drugs and organ trafficking. And now, he was somewhat irritated, snorting as the rain clouds in the place rained harder, "I only asked them to capture twenty kids under the age of eight. How long does that take, huh?"