บท 189: Overestimate P3

Reign looked forward, his senses already locked to the approaching figures. 

Five men, all gear up in sleek skin tight power-suits and wielding different types of weapons, surrounded Reign, forming a semi-circle around him. 

The leader, a tall man with green hair, stepped forward and raised his hand, signaling the others to hold their positions.

Each attacker wore a black jacket, and their mouths were covered by a half black masks resembling the maw of a tiger, leaving only their eyes visible. 

The masks gave them an intimidating, unified look that added to the atmosphere of tension and readiness. 

Like the crazed girl, their eyes displayed virtual information through a lens, a built-in device that allowed them to control their power armor. It also provided real-time data about their vitals. 

"Hand over the girl," the green haired man demanded, his voice cold and authoritative. "She's coming with us.