For a moment, there was only silence, then a slight smile tugged at her lips as she studied him.
Before showing up, she already run a few mental simulations on how to deal with him.
Most strong types had some level of arrogance—but him?
He didn't just have it. He wore it like a badge, loud and proud, like he wanted everyone to see it.
"You always talk like that?" she asked. "Full of yourself and in a rush?"
"Well, when you're pretty much the best, it's called acting the part," Luck responded with a shrug. "But yeah, I guess some people think I come off a little arrogant."
"Sometimes? A little?" she nearly laughed.
Luck didn't take it personally and just rolled with it.
"Yeah, can't please everyone. Anyway, mind telling me why a ranked assassin is strolling into my turf?"
Leaning casually against the truck with her arms crossed, she asked,
"So you already know about us. Did Number Fifteen tell you?"
thud!
