Whoosh! Whoosh!0

Air currents surged like waves as they swept down the streets from the plaza. 0

The members of Ace of Spades who had just emerged from a corner ran straight into it. Gravel carried by the wind scraped painfully against their faces. They hurriedly raised their hands to shield their eyes; their black trench coats floated parallel to the ground. It took them a while to finally take stock of the situation and walk toward the oval plaza. 0

A tall middle-aged man wearing a uniform black trench coat and leather boots led the way. He sported a long, black slender mustache and a slightly pointed beard on his chin. His sideburns connected his hair to his beard. He also had signature white gloves with the organization's emblem, Jack of Clubs, on the back.0

Red Fang took the lead, looking toward the plaza. A tall, slender figure with golden hair stood with his back to them, slowly turning his head.0

He stood in front of the sun, and his face was in shadow. Red Fang could only see a pair of deep and dark eyes.0

"Wind Elephant?" Red Fang tentatively asked.0

"It's me..."0

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The joint mission between the antique and assassination departments of Ace of Spades was a great success. Although there were some unexpected twists along the way, the final outcome was excellent.0

As expected, Duststorm's antique transit warehouse was hidden in the cathedral in Mensa Village. It also seemed...0