Jin stared ahead, unblinking.
The three men standing at the edge of the street hadn't moved.
Didn't posture. Didn't tense.
They just stood there, waiting.
But that was the problem.
The last time Jin had seen this man—the one in the center, the one Echo had launched across the street—he had been reckless, loud, and desperate for control.
Now?
Now he was quiet. Calm. Composed.
And that—that was dangerous.
Jin took a slow step forward, just enough to close the distance slightly.
The man smiled.
It wasn't the usual smirk of a thug trying to act tough.
It was controlled.
Measured.
"Well," the man said, voice smooth as steel. "That was quite the mess you made."
Jin didn't answer.
The man's gaze flicked lazily across the bodies scattered along the pavement. Some of them were still twitching. Others weren't moving at all.
He sighed, shaking his head.
