The vast, boundless sea surged and roared, waves crashing against the shore, with the wind howling.
Two men stood on the soft, sandy beach.
A short distance away, several guards stood tall and straight. Although they kept their distance, the powerful aura around them created a palpable tension in the air.
Choosing such a place for a conversation was probably a quirk unique to Kylin.
After returning to Alcatraz Island, Kylin changed into an extremely elegant handmade suit. Apart from a slight blemish on his face, he was flawless from every angle. The sea breeze ruffled the strands of hair on his forehead, his sharp eyes gleaming coldly under the fringe.
Milo, on the other hand, was still wearing the black shirt that had been torn in several places, looking a bit disheveled. His sleeve
