Unfolding: Part 2

Crow nodded lightly at Dao Ling and Luo Xinna; his eyes exuded nothing but coldness. "I won't get overly involved. After the case closes, I will return behind the scene. I hope all of you understand," he said in an awfully hoarse voice.

Dao Ling quietly sized up Crow, his tall and brawny figure, his posture of clenching the sword at his waist, and his always on-guard stance. All this was a telltale sign that Crow possessed a highly cultivated combat readiness.

A swordmaster? Luo Xinna's eyes landed on the hilt of the sword on Crow's waist.

"Besides," Lin Sheng reminded, "Crow is also of level extraordinaire. If you encounter any threat or problem, you can tell me. If he is nearby, he could quickly render his support." Blackfeather swordsmen were not of extraordinary level, but hazing into a plume of black smoke could evade bullets. To people in the real world, this ability was no different from level extraordinaire.