"So, are you jealous?" a slightly frivolous voice came from the side.
He turned to see a young man, not yet twenty years old, leaning against a badly peeling wall. Twirling a toothpick in his mouth, the young man spoke in a teasing tone.
"It'd be a lie to say I'm not... Big Bai, don't tell me you aren't?"
"Jealous? How could I not be?"
The young man called Big Bai spat out the toothpick with an exaggerated expression, but his tone somehow conveyed that he wasn't actually jealous at all...
The middle-aged professionist was long used to the attitude of this young man who, despite his youth, already possessed Level 5 strength. As if it were habit, he muttered to himself, "This time, even Sequence Number 2 has joined the military. The military's strength will increase by another huge notch... Alas, it's us Independents who suffer. We're becoming less and less useful. Who knows, maybe someday we won't even be able to get missions anymore..."
"TSK, TSK..."
