After a brief mention of the reason for selecting his seat, Bühler glanced up at Lumian, a self-deprecating smile on his lips.
"I didn't expect you to open fire so quickly."
Lumian's hand rested casually on the revolver by his side as he offered a faint smile in return.
"It seems the folks you've encountered before are law-abiding citizens."
Bühler's instincts, honed from past experiences of being beaten, urged him to retort. But as he compared Lumian's demeanor with those of his previous encounters, he found a strange logic in the man's words.
Thanks to the shelter of the law, he, a columnist for Ghost Face, had managed to survive up to this point!
"Are you not afraid of attracting the police?" Bühler turned to look at the waiter, who dared not approach with the menu and drink list. "Firing a gun in a place like this isn't a minor incident. Someone should have already alerted the authorities."
Lumian chuckled.
