Ambush

Thus, both sides fell silent once more.

The crimson moon hung high in the sky, indiscriminately mocking everything in the world. Towering buildings stood in silent rows, like bottomless demon dens that indiscriminately devoured all life.

Only the restaurant not far away remained brightly lit. Yet unlike that warm glow, no clamor could be heard from within—only the occasional thread of an agonized groan drifting out.

It was especially chilling.

Even the floral-shirted man could not withstand the eerie atmosphere. After standing there helplessly for a while, he suddenly spoke.

"Um, well, I think I need to take a leak. Can I relieve myself around here?"

The gunman's subordinate raised his brows, then pointed in a direction.

"Go over there."

The floral-shirted man's expression immediately stiffened. He seemed about to flare up out of habit, but in the end, he forced a smile.

".That's really too far. I'll just find somewhere nearby. Don't worry, I definitely won't get in your way."

The subordinate's voice brooked no argument.

"I told you, this area is Master Zhao's territory. I don't care, but if you offend his esteemed self... do you want to become one of his waiters afterward too?"

The floral-shirted man shuddered. Listening to the intermittent groans from inside, he said nothing more and sprinted in that direction with his head down.

Watching his retreating back, the subordinate snorted and pulled a cigarette from his pocket—but when he brought it to his lips, he hesitated. After a long while, he finally lit it.

—Chef Zhao merely disliked people dirtying the area around its restaurant. It did not mind smoking, so long as he was careful not to drop ash on the ground.

After all, this kind of work was incredibly stressful. If he did not find something to vent with, he