Chapter 526

Purmere, the city of Francia, was home to a variety of communities, and everyone got along peacefully. People gathered in groups at night. They danced and drank the night away on Purmere's streets. The buildings around them were of different architectural styles and genres. Graffiti adorned their walls. "Ayo!" "Not too shabby," a man said in a thick foreign accent, sucking on a cigarette as he clapped. The young man on the skateboard stopped in front of him, wiping the sweat off his brow. "Could you speak properly, Mark?" the young man chided. Marcus Styles scoffed. "Since when have I not been speaking properly? I gotta tell you off for disrespecting me, Leon." He gesticulated. "You…" the young man, Leon Styles, was rendered speechless. "Just get someone else to go next time you have to go on a business trip to Chortland. Isn't it tiring to have to learn a new language every time you go to a new place?" Marcus scoffed. "I like it." "Yeah, whatever." Leon didn't push it furthe