Engma Roben, beneath the shade of trees just outside the Underground City exit, had just applied a mosquito repellent spell to himself and was now smoking alone.
His friends had just gone to a hotel, all seemingly celebrating their luck today, as the traps that were originally only one-third completed were unexpectedly finished in their entirety due to today's mishap.
It was a very joyous occasion, so Cohen and the others decided to go and have a good drink, incidentally mourning the last night of some poor sod in silence.
Calling it a revelry might not be an exaggeration.
Think about it, their opponent was about to drop dead any moment, and after kicking out the biggest rival of the Odero family, they could legitimately become suitors.
At this thought, Engma took a puff of his cigarette. The smoke followed his respiratory system into his lungs, circled around inside, and then left through his nostrils with a trace of regret.
