April 28.
Spring was in full swing, the tender sunlight gently sprinkling onto the cobblestone streets of a remote small town in Gaul Country.
It draped the town, which slumbered in the quiet of the years, in a faint golden radiance.
The town lay far from the hustle and bustle, surrounded by lush forests and meandering rivers, as if it were a tranquil painting forgotten in a corner of the world.
Wearing plain clothes, Nick Horton was deep in thought at a motel in the small town.
Since the 21st, he had left the bustling Hua Country, embarking on a transoceanic chase following a conflict.
Using the complex networks he'd built over many years in the crime underworld, he relentlessly pursued clues like a bloodhound.
Nick Horton knew all too well that tracking someone like "Black Crow" was no easy task; the target was like a cunning fox, always leaving minimal traces in the complex underworld.
