At the central intersection.
Blood filled the air, flames rose high.
Jonathan's gaze remained indifferent as he casually brushed off the dust from his suit. Just a second ago, he was ruthlessly killing, and in the next, he had transformed back into the refined gentleman.
Adjusting his tie with a flick of his hand, he took a drag from his cigarette, then leisurely approached Grace.
"One minute and forty seconds, twenty seconds faster than estimated," Jonathan murmured, checking the Omega watch on his wrist.
Grace's eyes held a complex mix of astonishment and bewilderment. She stared at this man, and only now did she recall the words he mentioned earlier, 'Wait two minutes, and everything will be fine.'
So, dealing with those assassins only took him two minutes? He even timed himself?
