After saying goodbye, Lynch got up, turned around, and left. He didn't seem to care at all about the gun hidden under Richard's clothes, not even giving him or it a shred of respect.
Watching Lynch's departing figure, Richard touched the gun under his clothes, but ultimately did nothing.
He didn't know if what Lynch said was true or false, whether there really were two guns pointed at his head outside; he didn't dare to gamble.
If it were true, even if he revealed his weapon or just made a move, he could be shot dead.
If he died, the people here wouldn't cause trouble for Lynch.
Because Lynch is a noble, and he is just a foreigner. Showing a weapon to a noble is challenging this country's order, and he understands that very well. By that time, he would have died in vain, and no one would help him.
Lynch walked farther and farther, and it wasn't until he left the café that Richard let out a heavy sigh.
