Chapter 910 - Ayder's bill

A team of white overalls, white gloves, face shields, and blue boots arrived from a side entrance. Lower floor looking up, none could see what had happened save the frequent passing of floating heads. The surgical team, or so it appeared, pull freight from many of the customers – patrons stood midway through meals, glancing at the manager who consciously ignored the mess. Pretense, bedlam of the upper plateau.