Logan watched Xing in awe, captivated by the young man’s finesse. It was like watching a magician about to pull off an impossible trick. The way Xing moved, calm yet precise, stirred something in Logan, a mix of admiration and curiosity. He quickly glanced at Nacho, his eyes questioning, then flicked back to Xing in a split second, trying to make sense of the boy’s quiet confidence.
Xing stood there, completely still, his hand outstretched towards Logan, patiently waiting for the handshake. There was something oddly formal yet serene about the moment, as if Xing knew the weight of the situation but remained unaffected by it. Logan hesitated, his brow furrowing slightly as he threw an inquisitive look at Nacho. His expression silently asked, *“Care to explain what’s happening here?”*
Nach
