The leader was a brawny man, around thirty years old. He glanced at Dean and extended his hand. "Detective badge!"
Dean honestly handed it over.
Unless he was certain, he never directly courted trouble; at most, he'd throw a brick from behind or take a potshot from the shadows.
Unexpectedly, after looking at his detective badge, the brawny man's stern face softened considerably. "So, you're Dean. Let's go and talk over there."
This sudden shift not only left Dean somewhat stunned but also baffled the two men behind their leader. This was the first time they had ever seen their boss speak so amiably.
The two men went to an open space.
Dean took out a cigarette and offered it. "Let me guess, you're one of Instructor Anthony's students?"
