Andrew had gone ahead of time to Myraid Avenue… an old place with limited residents. The old church was famous for the occasions it held, where people only got to present their wishes to God if—and only if—they donated something to the homeless in the area.
His back rested against a banyan tree, his eyes taking in every bit of information about the place. He wasn't stupid enough to come here empty-handed. He had multiple weapons attached all over his body, thanks to Komachi, from whom he had learned how to hide lethal weapons easily.
He had brought with him five men who had earlier worked for him. They were keeping a close watch, lurking inside the bushes, and some up above in the trees. Just as the hour hand hit six, the loud sound of the town clock reverberated through the area.
