Gone!

Oden took a whiff of his cigarette, lightly chuckling at the trembling moron.

"Mr. Ignus... I've been the owner of this establishment for 175 years. I've had customers come and go and go. So you wouldn't be so foolish to think we have some special relationship, no?"

"But, but, but... Bah! I've spent so much money in this f**king rundown place. No matter what you say, that should count as something."

~Bang!

"Ahhhhhh!!!---"

The gang leader couldn't believe it, but the pain was a reminder that he was really shot.

His gun dropped to the floor. And when he tried to reach for it with another hand, another bullet pierced through the air.

"Ahhhh!~

The gang leaders' cries echoed, but no one seemed to care.

Oden's face was flat and expressionless.

"Mr. Ignus... I hate being pointed at. If you're not going to take the shot, then I suggest you keep your filthy hands away from your opponent's face."

Gahhh!~

Son of a b**ch!!!

Oden stopped on the gang leader's bloodied right hand, awakening a nightm