He was still expressionless, he continued to move forward relentlessly.
I had once screamed, gradually, I lost my voice.
I had once cried, gradually, I lost my tears.
"This is getting boring!" the voice said with annoyance. "How about, one time, one of you guys just walks forward? How about, one time, one of you guys just walks up to me?"
Alex used his cane to push the cigarette butts to the side of the closest building. He hated these people that treated the streets as their own toilet, but he didn't hate them enough to pick up the cigarette butts to throw them away.
One reason was that he was the direct reason behind the guy's death. Another difference was he began eating from the pan instead of the cup, unlike Renar and Viper. So raising the pan for a toast didn't really seem that appropriate to him.
A young man dressed in tight-fitting black martial clothes with boots walked in the direction of manor. He had a scar over his right eye, which further elevated his handsome face.