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Two days later, a clean white luxury car, drove through a deluded area filled with thick bushes and tall trees. A handsome young man sat at the back seat of the car, scrolling through his black iPad with his legs crossed. His thick black hair was combed backwards and on his ears were a pair of silver expensive earnings. He was looking like a hot bad guy set for a movie.

Elias wasn't wearing his mask today, since he doesn't need it for the day. This was his normal appearance and vibe when going for the organization meeting and this was how he looks without the soft mask to cover the lower half of his face.

“How many minutes before we get to the location?” he asked his usual middle aged pot bellied driver. The driver looked at him through the review mirror before answering.

“At least 20 minutes, sire,” he answered. He looked back at the road and took a left turn, his eyes scanning the area for any possible enemy. He might look old and weak but surely he was one of Elias best securiti