When Jack stepped outside the building, he was greeted by a sight that made him pause. A row of luxury black cars, sleek and imposing, lined the driveway like a fleet of obsidian chariots. The vehicles, each worth millions, shimmered in the afternoon sun, and alongside them stood an equally imposing line of bodyguards dressed in black suits, all wearing sunglasses and carrying an air of silent menace.
"Mr. Black?" Jack muttered under his breath. The name sounded more like an alias than an actual identity, but it carried a weight that made him uneasy. Who could this person be, showing up with such pomp and ceremony?
Just as he pondered this, Jack caught sight of DL in the distance. She was squatting under the shade of a large tree, munching on a ripe, juicy mango, her expression blissful as she savored the taste. She looked completely out of place amidst the tense atmosphere.