"Uhm…" Devon was the first to step out of the car, his eyes wandering cautiously between the suited men before landing on Josiah. "G–Good day, sir. This… is an honest surprise."
Meanwhile, Ambrose remained glued to his car seat, trying not to disintegrate from how hard his heart was beating.
Shit! Shit! SHIT!
He'd been dreading this exact day. Imagining all sorts of ways the president of the United States Hunters Federation would finally meet him.
Never did he consider the possibility of him randomly cutting him off from moving about his day. With no prior notice too.
[Running scans on Espers…] Aura automatically ran a scan on the six men.
Within a couple of seconds, the results came out.
[Every target other than the president himself is an S-Rank—yikes.]
Cold sweat dripped down the back of his neck. 'Fuck me sideways…'
That was fucking overkill!
It wasn't like he planned on fighting his way out of this anyway. But still.
