The innkeeper, who had previously fled, returned with reinforcements. This time, he stood tall, a smug grin on his face as he pointed directly at Ace.
"BOSS! THAT'S HIM! THAT'S THE MAN RIGHT THERE!"
Behind him, a figure emerged, an elderly man, his presence alone radiating authority.
His sharp eyes gleamed with displeasure, his long silver beard swaying slightly as he scrutinized Ace.
But it wasn't just the old man. Flanking him were two women, both striking in their own way.
The first had an icy beauty, her expression as cold and distant as a frozen lake in the dead of winter.
Her jade-like skin was smooth and flawless, untouched by imperfection, her delicate features giving her an ethereal air, one of those beauties that seemed untouchable, almost sacred.
Even the way she carried herself, arms crossed, posture perfect, made it clear she was no ordinary woman.
The second woman was the opposite, she exuded warmth, but in the most dangerous way possible.
