The Capital.
Inside a mansion.
Seventh Master sat alone, handling the tea set on the coffee table.
On the sofa opposite him, J and Q sat stiffly upright.
Their ramrod-straight posture made their particular respect for Seventh Master plain.
"You mean... you don't know that man in black either?"
Seventh Master picked up the hot tea and poured each of them a cup before saying thoughtfully, "I've met all the experts in Capital City. I'm certain... he isn't from here."
"Then how did he happen to ambush Overlord right when you made your move?"
Seventh Master's decision to kill Overlord had been made on the spur of the moment.
J and Q's intervention had also been unexpected.
How could the man in black have so conveniently chosen that moment to launch his ambush?
There were only two possibilities.
Either he had been lurking in the Capital all along and acted on impulse when he saw an opening.
Or he had known what would happen today and come specifically to look for an opportunity.
But that was almost impossible. There were too many variables.
"He only threw three punches. I couldn't identify his special ability." Q raised his head slightly, recalling what had happened. "But... there was a smell... on him."
"Oh?" Seventh Master's eyes lit up. "What smell?"
"Body odor. Very strong body odor." After a moment's thought, Q offered a clue that hardly counted as one. "We people of the Dragon Kingdom have very little body odor, but that man... his was strong. And the way he put power into his punches was a bit like boxing."
Seventh Master's expression changed.
He did not even notice the tea spilling onto his hand.
"A Westerner. One of the alien races."
His brow furrowed, and a trace of killing intent welled