"One order of pork cutlet rice, please."
Smiling, Kamo Xu rested a hand on the manager, who was moments away from being burned to death. Faced with this unexpected arrival, the manager assumed he was a friend of Kenjaku's.
Still, he gave a wry smile and said, "Sorry, sir, we don't serve pork cutlet rice. We're a..."
"Eh, just bring me whatever, then. Go on, run along."
With a gentle tug on the manager's shoulder, Kamo Xu pushed him away from the table like an unruly customer.
The manager was displeased, but the customer was always right.
He could only follow Kamo Xu's instructions and ask the kitchen to prepare some of their specialties, lamenting how hard it was to earn a living.
Unlike the helpless manager, the others at the table had a very different reaction.
Every one of them stared fixedly at Kamo Xu, gathering cursed energy in their trembling hands with all their strength. The moment he made a move, they would unleash an all-out attack and flee!
Fuck, why was this Killing God here?!
How did he find us?!
Was there a traitor among us?!
Jogo's mind raced, his gaze darting between Kenjaku and Kamo Xu. But Kenjaku looked just as stricken, so it probably wasn't him.
After sending the manager away, Kamo Xu dragged over a chair from the neighboring table. He sat down as though taking the seat of honor, propped his feet on the table, and crossed his legs.
"Hello there, you damned curses. How long has it been?"
He greeted them with a smile, ignoring their fear and even sneering at it.
Kenjaku swallowed, forced an awkward smile, and closed his eyes as he fawned over Kamo Xu in return.
"H... hello, Mr. Kamo."
Cold sweat rolled down his temples and dripped