Chapter - 59
As Leo stepped out of the Golden Scales, his Predator's Instincts picked up the muffled, enraged screaming of Gamon echoing from within the hall.
"DRAX! GET HIM! DON'T LET HIM LEAVE!"
Leo smirked, slipping his hands into his pockets as he slipped into the crowd. He didn't run away. Running would unnecessarily attract attention.
Thanks to his high [Stealth - 41] and [Agility - 38] overall stats, he blended into the crowd and slipped away. And in a few breaths, the gaudy, gold-plated headquarters of Golden Scales was lost behind.
"Let them scream," Leo muttered to himself. "Panic looks good on them."
He walked for a few blocks, putting distance between himself and the Golden Scales & Iron Caravan guards, before slowing to a casual stroll.
'Aiva,' he thought, 'Did I give them the slip?'
[Pursuit Probability: 0%. The Golden Scales and Iron Caravan guards are currently disorganized. You have successfully broken visual contact.]
