"What the hell?"
"Who turned off the lights?"
"Manager!"
Someone screamed. Glass clinked to the floor. Voices shot up in panic.
Meanwhile, Zealot quietly slipped into the private booth. His night vision shades captured the boy's position.
As if the heavens were helping him out, the target himself left the group and walked toward him, mistaking him for a staff member. "Hey, you. What the hell is happening here? Go and brin…"
Smash
The sound of glass shattering was deafening in the silence. A bottle of beer broke cleanly over the 19-year-old's head, its shards slicing into his scalp.
"Argh…" He screamed and tried to stand, his mana surging into his body. "Who is…" However, before he could speak any further, Zealot grabbed him by the collar and hurled him against the wall with terrifying force.
The sound of his body slamming into the surface echoed through the booth, but the boy's scream was the only thing that filled Zealot's ears.
