A sleek black Audi sedan with tinted windows glided into the parking lot of the DragonSoar Group headquarters. It moved with the heavy, silent authority of a predator entering a clearing.
The car came to a smooth stop just ten meters from the chaotic scene of broken glass and broken bodies.
The driver’s door opened, and a uniformed chauffeur hurried to the back passenger side. He bowed low and opened the door.
A young man stepped out.
He was dressed in a style that screamed "money without taste"—a loose, oversized designer shirt unbuttoned halfway down his chest, and plaid trousers that cost more than an average worker's yearly salary. He wore sunglasses despite the fading light.
In his hand, he held a bright red apple.
Crunch.
He took a loud, juicy bite, chewing slowly as he survey
