C2 First Meeting

"Catch that person!"

The passengers at the airport looked at the men in suits running out of the reception room.

Capture who? They heard movement, and then a loud noise that would only have been heard if the stone had hit the equally hard ground.

However, the only ones who left from that direction were those who started to move along with the sounds.

Those who had rushed to the airport waiting area also realized that they had lost any chance of catching up to him as soon as they shouted those words.

"..."

"Phew, how did I get exposed? I clearly treated myself as a foreigner."

The young man in the departing taxi scratched his hair and then put his hand in front of his eyes.

"Isn't it too heavy?"

"..."

"Do you have anything to explain?" Seventeen? "

Seventeen opened his eyes from waking up in the hospital and heard a low and deep shout. Seventeen was the young man who had been beaten up by the young man he had stopped.

Maybe it wasn't a name, but at least he accepted being called that.

Relying on his slightly stronger physique, the fierce strike that pushed him to the ground seemed to only make him lose consciousness.

No, he was being lenient.

The man's rising strength shattered the metal table.

"I'm sorry, Young Lord. I was too reckless. "

Seventeen looked like he wanted to say something, but was stopped by someone who raised his hand.

"Hmm, it's not that I want to blame you, but …"

It was a young girl in a men's suit. She was looking at Seventeen with interest as she used her hand to pull her chin.

It was as if he was looking at a clown, and he realized that his eyes were filled with happiness.

"Young master, is there something on my face?"

"Yes," the girl smiled and took out a mirror from her pocket that was used to comb her hair. That person was really relaxed when he escaped. "

On seventeen's face, twisted words were written in carbon pencil.

"Idiot."

"..."

"Driver, stop here!"

As the young man called out to him, the taxi driver unnaturally stepped on the brakes and slowly pulled towards the side of the road.

"This place isn't where you're talking about. Are you sure you want to park here?"

"Here it is. I've changed my mind.

"What should I say? All of you are really interested in me.

The young man turned over the wrist of the paying hand and took the driver's hand.

However, during that exchange, the driver seemed to have predicted his actions, his hands intertwined as he continuously grabbed onto the opponent's wrist.

After several exchanges, the young man gained the upper hand. He grabbed the chauffeur's wrist, and in a few moments he was able to remove his entire hand.

He looked directly into the driver's eyes and could clearly see that there was no change in the driver's eyes.

As expected.

"In any case, it seems that you value me more, right?"

"Our general is looking for you."

the driver replied.

He also responded to the man holding his wrist with a straight look, as if he were looking at a dying lamb in a wolf's den.

The car door opened and two men casually entered, holding the young man in the middle.

"Eh, how do you say it? You've really prepared well."

The young man let go of his hand. The fare he had been holding in his hand did not seem like the one he was going to give to the driver.

The cap fell into the carriage.

"..."

"Although I don't want to say it, you caught me."

The young man spread out his hands. There was only one person sitting in front of him. There were only two people in this huge bar. The DJ adjusted his background music and left as well.

It was a low and deep sound that pierced the night wind in the hall.

This made the lobby, which was still brightly lit, seem a little more negotiating.

The man sitting opposite the young man took something out from his bosom and placed it on the table.

"Mr. White, I want to talk to you."

"About what?"

"We know you've just gone through a long war, and it might be a bit too much to ask for that."

"Since you know, then …"

The man called Mr. White stood up, but stopped in his tracks the moment he pushed back his chair. The arrow flew across his neck and nailed itself to the pillar behind him.

"Be respectful, Lee." The person across the table growled, "We have a favor to ask."

"Tsk."

"I hope my people didn't offend you with their rude behavior, Mr. White."

Xiao Bai patted his shoulder. The sharp arrow had cut through his track suit, leaving a clear scar on his muscles.

"That makes me want to hear your suggestion."

Xiao Bai supported the chair and sat back down in front of the man.

"I hope you can join us."

"Benefits."

"We know what you're here for."

The man switched hands and took the things he had prepared out of his breast pocket. It was a picture.

It seemed to have just been printed. The color of the photos still showed signs of being underexposed. It was obvious that he was very anxious when he took them out.

At the time of filming, there was no good focus and the figure was very blurry.

On it, the figures of many children could be seen.