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"Yeah, I used…" They didn't give him enough time to continue.
"Look at his face."
"Iron dogs are getting bold."
"He heard Boss Raka works for Big Boss Sekhmet now. Came here wearing a fake smile and a fake token."
"Probably wants revenge."
The lesser vampire almost sighed.
So that was the line their drunk minds had chosen.
Iron House spy.
Ridiculous.
Still annoying enough to become a problem if left untouched.
"I am not from Iron House," he said.
No one cared.
Scar-face stood.
Or rather, he attempted to stand like a warrior and instead stood like a table trying to remember its legs. Still, he managed enough dignity to loom badly.
"Then prove it."
"I was sent by Sekhmet."
That was the wrong thing to repeat.
Scar-face's face darkened with offended drunken loyalty.
"Do not say Big Boss's name like you know him."
Then he swung.
Not well.
Not cleanly.
But fast enough that a normal man in a crowded market corridor would have had to take the hit or back away hard.
