Open Fire

The men gradually rushed forward, placing themselves in front of the woman.

"Christol only said the wrong thing in the heat of the moment. I apologize to you on his behalf,"

one of the men said.

But Cristel's eyes were already red with rage. Seeing so many people gather around and shield that woman only made him angrier.

Were every last one of them planning to rebel?

Had they forgotten who he was? Did he need to remind them again?

"Do you want me to report this to the Yonko?"

"There's no need for that, is there? Whatever you wanted just now, we'll get it for you."

The man spoke politely, but his expression was strained. He was clearly using all his strength to keep his temper in check.

The others chimed in. "That's right. The woman must have eaten something that muddled her head."

"Just tell us what you want."

None of them had particularly good tempers, and they were fiercely protective of their own. But faced with someone who served a Yonko, they had little choice.

"Move! I'm going to teach that woman a lesson!"

Christol tried to shove aside the man blocking his way, but no matter how hard he pushed, the man did not budge.

Someone had already led the woman away. She knew she had spoken out of turn, and she hadn't wanted to leave. How could she let the others take the blame?

If Christol really reported this to a Yonko and someone had to answer for it, she would do it herself.

"What are you talking about? We've had enough of him for a long time anyway."

"But..."

"That's enough. No buts. We can handle this. Hurry up and go."

Someone pulled her away, but she kept looking back at the crowd with