Lucian stood in front of the last person still alive in the place. Behind him were the bodies of the others who had rushed at him earlier.
"You see what you've made do? This place is a mess!" He said referring to the condition of the shop after the fight.
The guy on the floor was silent, unable to talk due to his face that was completely swollen.
Looking at his face, the detective muttered,
"Perhaps I went a little too hard on him."
"Sigh! I still need you to answer my question regardless, so speak!"
He added, grabbing him by the collar.
"..."
The man muttered some barely audible words into the ear of the detective, before getting thrown away like trash.
A few minutes later, Lucian walked out of the shop with a book in his bloodied hands as he lit another cigarette and made his way out of the ghetto.
......
BACK AT THE CAMP
'It's started huh?'
Kieran thought as he made his way back to his quarters.
