148. Impending threat

In France…

It was a beautiful yet freezing evening. The sun had already set, but its last rays still touched the earth. There stood a tall and handsome man beneath the open sky, right in front of a charming white statue positioned in front of a bungalow's entrance. He had on a long, warm white coat, a white roll-neck jumper, and black pants. He looked stylish and captivating, puffing on a cigarette while smoke rings danced around his head. The man was none other than Yohan Dixon himself.

Soon, a white car pulled up in front of the bungalow, and Kevin Johnson stepped out of it. He spotted a familiar figure standing on his property. It didn't surprise him; he knew Yohan had a way of showing up anywhere. Kevin walked over to Yohan, who handed him his cigarette, blowing out smoke rings and gazing straight ahead. Both men exuded their charm, standing side by side, stealing the night's breath and beauty. They stared straight ahead, and Kevin took a deep drag from the