Three shots echoed in the store, followed by the clinking of the three shells falling to the ground.
Emerest grinned as he looked at the shadow he had just shot at, thinking he had won.
But something felt wrong. The body was falling forward or crumpling.
Alex slowly turned around with a sigh, the three bullets suddenly falling out of his shirt, where red skin had blocked them from going further.
"I told you not to take the stupid option. A thought an awakened would at least be smart enough to recognize another and wouldn't use a normal weapon to kill him. This tickled, at best."
Emerest's face turned to a mask of anger.
"Why are you sticking your nose in my business? You made me lose men and money today! And now, I won't even be able to use the restaurant to gather intel! This is all your fault!"
A dagger appeared in his hand, and Alex could see a blueish sheen on it.
This wasn't a regular knife.
His eyebrow cocked up.
