But...
"Alas."
The 'old man' sighed, sat down in the chair, and reached out to turn on the desk lamp in the office.
Click!
With the touch of the switch, the yellowed light illuminated the office, also lighting up the 'old man' sitting in the chair.
Just as the nickname called him.
The 'old man's hair had long turned gray, his face slack, especially the crow's feet at the corners of his eyes, but the 'old man's attire was extremely proper: gray-black trousers, matching vest, and a white shirt, whose sleeves were rolled up high at this moment, revealing the remaining trace of muscle on his arms.
As a native 'Nightless City' person.
In his early years, the 'old man' also rose through the ranks by being bold and fearless.
Once he became the boss of several blocks near District 16, the 'old man' still didn't give up the necessary training. Unfortunately, time is ruthless, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't resist.
Even when...
He touched upon the 'mysterious.'
