On Nobel Street in the upper level of Zion's Street District, both sides of the road were lined with luxurious mansions belonging to famous families. An English-style maid was accompanying an elderly gentleman with a large belly as they walked down the street.
Suddenly, the maid's expression changed sharply. She burst into motion at twenty meters per second and vanished from the street.
All that remained was the bewildered old gentleman.
Street District (Lower Level)
A female pancake vendor had an outstanding appearance and wore a distinctive maid outfit. Many gentlemen who liked that style, regardless of gender, would make a special trip to buy pancakes from her.
Even though the pancakes she made were terrible—in some sense, they could not even be called pancakes—people still came to buy them every day.
Today was no exception.
Four people were already waiting impatiently around the stall. The female vendor squeezed the egg in her hand too hard, splattering it everywhere. Less than a tenth of the yolk even landed on the pancake.
In the end, she packed it up for the customer before it had even solidified, but the latter did not say anything.
Just as the female vendor was about to make the next pancake, she seemed to receive a message transmitted directly into her brain. She immediately tossed out a sentence: "Fry them yourselves."
Leaving the bewildered customers behind, she vanished into the streets. One of those customers was even a gentleman in charge of security patrols, yet he could not make out the female vendor's exact figure as she moved at high speed.
Similar incidents occurred simultaneously in seven different locations.
All of them were maids stationed outside by Mr. Yuri's subordinates. They had undergone special training, were especially outstanding at sensing things, and were all top-tier assassins.