“Oh my God! He’s dead!” a woman yelled in a shrill voice. The explosion had sure attracted a lot of attention.
Many people came out. Fire was still dancing on the carriage, crackling and hissing. The four men were lying on the ground, bleeding.
“Is that Mamy Restaurant? What happened there? Someone’s dead?”
“A fight, obviously. The owner looks all right.”
“Thank God. I’d kill those sons of bitches myself if anything happened to Mag.”
“I think those two are Goodenia and Devoe. The two bastards. They totally deserved it!”
“Yeah. They had it coming!”
Even in Chaos City people got killed every day. It couldn’t be helped.
The Gray Temple might not be able to stop people from killing each other, but they could bring criminals to justice.
Also, they never took incidents involving dead bodies lightly. Someone blew his whistle, and several men in uniforms ran towards Mamy Restaurant with grave faces.
Mag walked back in calmly, his hand a little white from gripping the chopstick too tightly.
When he drove the chopstick into Gabriel’s throat, he had felt strangely calm, perhaps because Mag Alex’ memory had prepared him for such things.
Mag hadn’t intended to kill him—he didn’t want to draw too much unwanted attention—until he saw bloodlust in his eyes when he looked at Amy.
*The good part is nobody will dare to look for trouble here now that I’ve made an example of them, *Mag thought to himself. I don’t want to kill the other three, but I would if they tried to lay a finger on Amy, even if I would end up in jail. Anyone who wants to hurt my girl will have to kill me first.
“Are you all right, Boss?” Yabemiya asked softly, her face pale.
Sally didn’t say anything, but she had seen the chopstick in Gabriel’s throat.
Mag nodded and returned to his seat. “Yeah. Eat.” He smiled as he watched Amy enjoy her food.
Mag’s smile made Yabemiya feel much relieved; she paused for a moment and sat back down.
Sally took another look at the mess outside, and started eating again.
“This braised chicken is so good, Father! Can we eat it for dinner tonight?” Amy asked.
Mag nodded. “Sure.” He moved several pieces of chicken from his bowl into Amy’s with his chopsticks and touched her head.
“Thank you, Father,” she said, rubbing her head against his hand.
Amy didn’t know what he had done, and Mag didn’t intend for her to know.
“It’s that restaurant again, Boss!” a skinny young man said to Barzel as they ran.
“Go check to see if they’re dead and inform the police department.” Then Barzel saw Urien at his door, teasing his two birds. “Inform Lord Brandli too, Monkey.”
“Yes, Boss!” Monkey answered. He went to Goodenia and Devoe, and was relieved when he found they were still alive. It was a level 1 incident as long as there were no dead bodies.
“Monkey, level 3 incident. Report it to the top brass!” Barzel called out, frowning as he looked at the chopstick and Gabriel’s unclosed eyes.
“Yes, Boss!” Monkey’s face changed, and he ran to do his bidding.
By then, five patrol guys had arrived.
“Tend to the injured, Bob, and don’t let any of them leave,” Barzel said to his men, staring at Mag who was eating. “The rest come with me!” He walked towards the restaurant.
Krassu saw the smoke when he was about to step into a roasted meat restaurant. Something happened at Mamy Restaurant? He changed his destination.
