Jax stood up from the table.
"Hurry up. Looks like this restaurant provides entertainment for food digestion."
Astrid sighed internally.
'Where there's chaos, of course he appears.'
She followed him outside.
The scene that greeted them was brutal.
In front of the restaurant—right where the kebabs had been grilling two men lay on the ground.
Getting beaten.
Astrid recognized them both.
The waiter who had served them. And another demon--older probably the cook. Or the owner.
Five armored demons surrounded them. Kicking. Stomping. Taking turns.
One of the attackers grabbed the owner by his collar.
"How DARE you make us wait!"
He slammed him back into the dirt.
"TEN MINUTES! You made the Black Crown Legion wait TEN FUCKING MINUTES!"
His face twisted with sadistic glee.
"You know what that means, right?"
The owner groveled. Begging.
"Please—please, my lord it wasn't my fault! I made it on time I told HIM to deliver!"
He pointed a trembling finger at the waiter.
