Raid commence (2)

'A different S-ranked huntsman that is not from France, in this particular moment….. I wonder, it's just a coincidence' He thought.

The instant the golden feathered eagle landed on the ground, it began to take shape until it formed the image of a man in shorts, a shirt and simple-looking shoes.

Seeing that he was truly the one they were waiting for after seeing the smartphone comminutor in his hand, the man spoke before they even had a chance to utter a sentence.

"How are you all doing?" James said as his shape shifted back from the eagle into that of a normal human.

He was a tall man with a lean build, short black hair and a square jaw, and was currently putting on jean shorts and a polo shirt with casual shoes.

In short, he looked like someone who had just come out of a resort and entered a meeting in an emergency.

Nevertheless, the others took notice but didn't voice out their thoughts just in case the person they were currently talking to was an S-ranked huntsman.