Warning! OCs ahead.
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Today, something amusing had happened.

And it all happened in an unknown bar, famous for its tasty fries.

You see, mafiosi from all over the country would stop by that bar to have a taste of those heavenly fries.

He was no different.

That man was a mafiosi, judging by how he walks and how confident he is in a bar filled with men who I'm sure doesn't know what shower means.

His body was covered in high quality silk, his hair hidden beneath that peculiar fedora.

I guessed he was a bigshot, seeing as how all of those men cowered in his wake.

He sauntered to the bar and sat two seats away from me.

"Give me the usual," his deep voice ordered.

I merely watched him from the corner of my eye, curious to know who this man is.

It hasn't been 10 minutes when some fools decided to play tough.

Coming into the building like a lunatic, they pointed their guns and demanded us to give our belongings.

I snorted at that as I watch those idiots demanding for money.

Then, one of them approached us. Pointing a revolver at me, he demanded me to give up my money and jewellery.

"That's not how you treat a lady," someone commented.

I glanced to my side and noticed how calm the man was. Not that I doubt he would.

The guy who assaulted me with his horrid stench just pointed his revolver at the man, demanding him to give all of his money.

When the man ignored him, that guy and another one of his buddies did one move that made all the people present in the room gasp in horror.

Want to know what happened?

They took his fries.

He took their lives.

And all I did was stare in fascination.

Grunting a little, he stepped over those dead bodies with disgust.

"May we meet again, signora," he said to me with a tip of his fedora.

"I look forward to see you again, signore," I replied with a smile.

He smirked, amused at my reply no doubt, and walked out of the bar.