52 Scorching fight

The next morning..

The weather was as cold as ever, and the chilly wind blew strong on the skyscrapers of Chicago city.

The naked trees made the air whistle when passing between their branches.

Hans slowly walked alongside the river.

However, he wasn't dressed elegantly or formally, he just wore his chestplate made out of blue scales, covered by a normal t-shirt, and some cargo pants.

The beautiful orange sunrise covered half of his face, while the other half was drowned in darkness.

Until, a light came from the front, illuminating both the sides of his face with a bright reflection of blue.

He raised his head, standing in front of him was the B-rank gate he would have to raid today.

In case something went wrong, he wanted to bring Kenta with him, but the latter refused, saying he was already caught up in too much work.

And so, there he was, once again, raiding a gate alone.