Arc 3, Chapter 154 — The Political Arrogance of Roaches
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They say life has more meaning with shadows in it.
There was a distinguished rhythmic spiral of chopper blades echoing through the air. One look into the chopper's interior cabin was topnotch, and anyone could see it resembled that of some luxurious Private Jet.
In the cabin, a man sat in silence. His elegant black uniform, tailored to perfection, bore crimson stripes along its edges, accentuating his commanding presence. It looked more like a suit than a uniform.
Henry Lamperouge—that was his name.
With his chin resting on his hand, the polished leather of his gloves caught the light inside the cabin as the man gazed out at the sprawling city below.
—Rovitphis.
Its ancient architecture whispered tales of history, each cobblestone and ancient roof tile glimmering beautifully underneath the sun.
