Squatted down with a dagger drawing or carving something into the ground was a slender man with white hair. He stood up and looked around. You could see his icy blue eyes as he scanned the area. His eyes had a faint glow in the night. He closed his eyes.
This action seemed odd, especially in the situation he dropped himself into. No one could figure out what he was doing. He was using all his senses to search for something.
"I don't know who you are, but you just signed a death warrant," the gang boss yelled out.
The boss started walking toward the man with such confidence, as if he were about to put the man in his place.
The white-haired man opened his eyes and looked at the boss. It was a chilling stare. Everyone in the vicinity who was watching could feel the immense pressure that was coming from the gaze. So much so, that the boss hesitated in his steps.
