Baelgor stormed out of the restaurant, his heavy steps rattling the ground beneath him. His crimson eyes still glowed faintly, a lingering warning to anyone foolish enough to block his path. The doors slammed open, and he disappeared into the bustling street without a single backward glance.
Yet, just a few paces behind, Cisco followed.
The con man adjusted his coat, smoothed his hair, and smiled faintly as though strolling leisurely. But in truth, his mind was sharp, his focus locked on the imposing figure ahead of him. He had already invested a fortune covering Baelgor's gluttonous binge; to walk away now would be madness. No, this was an investment, and he intended to milk every last coin out of it.
