Aines · Southeast District
The sunlight drooped toward the west, and spreading shadows blanketed the entire alleyway, covering the red sports car that had been parked there for quite some time.
Within those deep shadows, a White Curly Haired Old Man dressed in simple casual clothes slowly emerged from the darkness. He raised his head and looked at the sports car beside him.
A light layer of dust had gathered on the tire tracks on the ground. The sports car had been here for several hours.
But the alley was secluded enough. If it had been left out on the street, the sports car might have been stolen long ago.
He Ao raised his gaze and swept his eyes across the surrounding alleyways.
The alley was very clean, with only a few scattered footprints. There were no traces left by combat or intense collisions.
There were no bullet holes in the walls or ground either, and the sports car's paint remained intact and smooth, without scratches or fresh dents.
In other words, no fierce battle had taken place here. There had been no clash between extraordinary beings, nor had there been a gunfight.
And there were no bloodstains on the ground.
Or rather, a battle had occurred here, but it had lasted only an instant.
One side had been subdued by the other through some means in an instant. It had been dealt with before it could put up any meaningful resistance.
Although Medala was not an especially powerful extraordinary being herself, she habitually brought plenty of security with her.
Under normal circumstances, even a powerful C-rank extraordinary being would find it difficult to eliminate an elite combat squad without allowing them to mount any resistance at all.
Unless that extraordinary being possessed some bizarre ability, or was far more