C54 I'm about to be Late for School

Deep in the alley, someone finished his sentence for him.

A group of burly men in black followed the newcomer, each with a gun in hand, pointing at everyone around as if they were ready to shoot at the slightest disagreement. A young man was at the forefront, his features delicate and deep-set—a classic foreigner's look.

Yet, this young man, obviously a foreigner