Didian?
Didian from the Lotus Leaf Inn?
Langbain turned to look, curious.
He had long heard of this Ms. Didian.
As the Cloak Society's head in South Los, he knew she was the woman Garcia loved. The awkward Garcia had never said so outright, of course, but the expression on his face and the look in his eyes whenever he mentioned Didian's name were unmistakable, unless Langbain was blind.
Her burgundy hair looked like flames in the night, setting off her beautiful, mature face and making her all the more alluring. Her athletic figure moved with light, nimble steps, without making the slightest sound.
But the next moment, Langbain's attention was drawn to the shadow behind Didian.
The tall figure blocked the cold night wind.
His stern, wary gaze swept the surroundings.
Most importantly...
The aura of the mystical side!
Langbain recognized it immediately.
The gaze of the Cloak Society's head in South Los shifted slightly at once.
According to Garcia's past descriptions, this tall man should be Didian's younger brother, Sapier.
If Sapier belonged to the mystical side...
Then...
Didian belonged to the mystical side too?
The Cloak Society's head in South Los immediately grew wary.
Ordinary people and those on the mystical side were two entirely different things.
Without betraying anything, Langbain took a step forward, shielding Garcia behind him.
At the same time, Sapier stepped forward to shield his sister, unconsciously tightening his grip on his spiked club.
Sapier sensed traces of danger from Langbain.
He did not know why, but ever since noon, his hearing and eyesight seemed to have grown sharper. Things he could not see or hear clearly before were now perfectly clear.
Especially his strength!
The spiked club that had once weighed just right now felt as light as a little wooden stick.