Page 8 (1/1)

Arsenio Ishiko--It was Arsenio Ishiko!

In front of hinty, Arsenio Ishiko, feared by poor and rich, that subli the state Standing there in black, his inky hair fluttered in air co brown eyes flared with perspicacity

How could she not recognize hinize hireat virtues, however, streets were aware of his deep roots in mafia

With a jerk, she was on her feet Beside hiuns at her She froze with alarm

Arsenio Ishiko raised his hand and with the wave of his hand everyone lowered his gun No one dared to object

Arsenio Ishiko eyed her with vigilance She gave an iirl fro a h her pretence Her true nature uise of her frosty eyes Those deep calculating eyes

It was coirl won't last a day

Side of his lip twitched up He found the little girl slightly intriguing Her brilliant black hair glistened under the pale reen eyes, full of assessments, reflected her acuity The more he observed her the more it aroused his interest At a point it even induced a recollection of certain someone to him