"SCREECH—"
The deafening sound of brakes echoed throughout Capital Town as Yancy Hastings's military vehicle halted steadily in front of Fiona Sutton.
The security guards, seeing the military vehicle stop, felt somewhat afraid. In Capital Town, you could probably hit someone influential with every swing of a stick. They were just working for others, earning a hard living, and couldn't afford to offend anyone with status and prestige.
"What's going on!?" Yancy Hastings got out of the vehicle. His figure in a camouflage suit under the heavy rain became even more imposing and stern. The soldier's iron-blooded aura seemed to permeate the air, lending a grim intensity to the heavy rain. Water dripped down his resolute, wheat-colored face, tracing the sharp angles of his cheeks. Some drops fell directly to the ground, while others trickled past his Adam's apple and onto his chest.
Fiona Sutton had to admit, At this moment, this crude man is incredibly handsome.
