"Our ride is here," Allan said, glancing at the approaching train. "Let's catch up later." He gave a quick nod to Reign before heading toward the platform with his team.
Their impressive lineup attracted a lot of attention, with journalists snapping photos and capturing their celebrity status.
They were like real-life superheroes of justice, defending the weak and standing up for those in need.
Reign wouldn't be surprised if they had their own action figures.
After the team of hunters was gone, he turned to Agatha, who had heard everything.
He crossed his arms before giving her a wide smile.
"Do you still need to verify my identity?" His tone dripped with sarcasm.
Agatha took a deep breath, trying to keep her composure. It was clear from the exchange that his knowledge and demeanor suggested he was indeed from the Razer family.
"No, Mr. Rain," she said, her voice steady despite the previous tension. "I believe we can consider your identity verified."
"I'll take my leave then," he answered quickly and called for Lucas and Wick, who were waiting for his signal.
But before they could reach him, Agatha stepped forward, her eyes signaling that she wanted to continue the conversation.
She looked determined and hopeful, clearly intent on discussing something important with him.
"Mr. Rain, please allow me to apologize again on behalf of the military," she said, bowing deeply to show her sincerity. "We were wrong to suspect someone like you, who risked your life to come here and help us."
Reign stayed quiet, watching her closely. He was curious to hear what she would say next.
Noticing no reaction, she decided to do her best to make her point clear. She took a deep breath and spoke with more urgency.
She might not be able to convince him today, but she knew there was still a chance.
"I know saying sorry can't change what happened," she said, "but I hope it can be the beginning of fixing things. We really need your help, and I want you to know how much we appreciate talented people like you"
He didn't respond right away, his gaze drifting.
'It would be bad if I just reject them; I really don't want the military on my tail,' he sighed inwardly, hiding his frustration behind a calm exterior.
Reign knew how politics often worked: if he showed he wasn't willing to help no matter what, they would see him as a liability.
He didn't really dislike that way of thinking; in fact, he shared the same ideology.
The only difference was that he never pretended to be righteous or acted as though he was morally superior. He was honest about his motives, embracing his own evil nature.
"Mr. Rain," a female voice called out from behind. He turned to find Seki and Nobu walking toward him.
"What is it?" he asked, his voice calmer now.
Seki took a step closer, her cheeks flushing slightly. "I'm just wondering if we could exchange numbers,"
'Oh, does she need something from me? 'he silently questioned her motives.
He found it hard to believe that she would approach him without some agenda, especially after seeing his rough attitude towards women.
Clearly, her need for his assistance outweighed any reservations she might have had about his personality.
He studied her for a moment, noting the earnestness in her tone.
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"Alright, we can exchange numbers," he said, pulling out his phone. They exchanged contact information.
"Thanks," she said, her voice filled with gratitude. "I hope we can work together in the future."
'I knew it,' he chuckled inwardly, proving his guessed.
"As long as you have something worth my time, you can call me." His tone was neutral, revealing neither excitement nor reluctance.
Nobu also gave a firm nod. "We appreciate your willingness to help. We'll be in touch if we needed something ,"
"No problem, " Reign responded causally.
"Thank you again," Seki said, bowing her head one last time before turning away.
After the duo bid their farewells, Reign's group climbed up from the station.
What greeted them was the sight of the military base.
Inside, people looked stressed and tired as they carried on with their tasks. Their faces showed the constant pressure and fatigue, and their hurried movements made it clear they were worn out.