Cannot Compare to My Strength

At noon, the fast-food restaurant wasn't very busy. In this age of takeout, sitting down inside to eat a hamburger was already an odd choice, let alone here on Martial Arts Hall Street.

Melbourne and Pad sat by the window, in a spot that seemed deliberately arranged like an observation deck. They quietly gazed at the seemingly ordinary pedestrian street, which stretched into the distance as though it had just been bombed.

"It's lunchtime right now. If you want to watch, you'll have to wait a few more minutes." The server seemed used to foreign tourists like them. As he set down their food, he offered a reminder.

Melbourne nodded in thanks, while Pad lightly tapped the glass in front of him—

"Is this K-22 reinforced resin? How did your restaurant get hold of a military-controlled material like this?"

"You must be new to Yan Country, right? Things are a little different here than in Colombia. Bulletproof vests, armor, armored plates, and the like are all legal. You just need to go through different channels depending on their specifications."

The server glanced at Pad's blond hair and blue eyes, then explained in a friendly tone:

"This resin glass was provided by the Martial Arts Hall Street Management Committee across the road. You're not allowed to open a business here without installing it. There's a rule against throwing people out of Martial Arts Hall Street, but when a fight gets heated, accidents are bound to happen, aren't they?"

The server sounded cheerful, as if he wasn't worried in the least that someone might actually come flying through the glass. Pad found himself relaxing a little, and took a hamburger and stuffed it into his mouth. As he ate, he said to Melbourne:

"With K-22's defensive strength, it couldn't even stop those