The True Lower Street
Tingen City, 2 Daffodil Street.
Klein, who had left a note, locked the door and walked briskly towards Leonard Mitchell who was waiting by the side of the road.
Leonard's short black hair had grown a little over the month, and the lack of any grooming made it look messy.
Despite that, his messy hair still complimented his decent looks, emerald-colored eyes, and poetic vibes. It exuded a different sense of beauty.
Indeed, any hairstyle depends on the face… Klein lampooned inwardly. He pointed in the direction of Iron Cross Street and asked, "Is Frye waiting for us there?"
"Yes." Leonard smoothed his untucked shirt and said casually, "Did you notice any clues when you were looking at the documents?"