Chapter 6: First Enemy
The crowd fell dead quiet. No one moved a muscle, no one could.
The Second Tier E-Rank Z-Streamer that stepped onto the platform stood in place, frozen from fear. He turned pale and the blood drained from his face.
STEP.
STEP.
The red-haired Z-Streamer’s footsteps echoed throughout the temple halls. Its sound alone pierced into everyone like a dagger.
Standing still, Min-ho watched as he walked closer to the remaining Second Tier Z-Streamer, who was practically made of stone.
He flinched when the red-hair’s hand reached out for him. But he did not move still. The red-hair placed his hand on the Second Tier’s shoulder.
"You don’t have to worry," he said, then turned his gaze to the crowd. "I don’t appreciate needless bloodshed."
He let go of the Second Tier’s shoulder, then he walked toward the edge of the elevated platform, his hands behind him.
"You are all aware of the way things work in the Z-Tower. Groups are formed, with the strongest leading the charge. Most times these leaders are Second Tiers."
Min-ho listened carefully, his fear giving way to intrigue.