The rival returned.
But this time—
He didn't come alone.
Three men stood behind him, their presence heavy with intent.
The shop was quiet.
Too quiet.
"…You didn't listen," the rival said calmly.
Andres stood behind the counter, unmoving.
"…I made a decision."
The man's expression hardened.
"Yes."
"…A poor one."
Kael stepped forward slightly.
"…You planning to make this a problem?"
The rival smiled faintly.
"I already have."
The tension rose instantly.
Customers outside slowed.
Some stopped.
Watching.
Because this—
This was no longer business.
This was territory.
And control.
Andres remained calm.
Because this moment—
He had already prepared for.
"…You chose escalation," he said.
The rival's eyes narrowed.
"Yes."
A pause.
"…Now let's see if you can handle it."