"Come on out! Don''t bother hiding."


    Wilbur cast a nce around him before focusing on the counter nearby.


    "Please don''t kill me, please... I didn''t see anything, I swear! I didn''t see a single thing!"


    A tall, beautifuldy in her thirties walked out from behind the counter.


    She had her hands raised in the air and her eyes closed.


    "I don''t care if you saw anything. I''m not going to kill you. After all, someone''s going to have to report to Mondorra about what happened here, right? Just remember to tell him this though: If he dares so much as touch a single hair on the two girls, I''ll wipe everyst one of his men out!"


    Wilbur turned to leave after that, leaving the scene of the bloodbath.


    The woman, who was the only remaining survivor in the entire bar, retched and threw up violently right after.


    The bar was a gruesome and gory sight, with severed and burnt corpses everywhere emitting a putrid smell.


    "Where are you going, Mister Penn? We just went out for some food, and you were missing..."


    Wilbur returned to the truck parked next to Sanders'' convenience store. Out of concern, Monica and Betty immediately flooded him with questions.


    "I just went to use the washroom. There''s no need to freak out. Who''s going to drive? I''ll grab a bite to eat, and then decide where to go!"


    Betty, who had a driver''s license, took the steering wheel after that. Monica, on the other hand, stared lovingly at Wilbur as if she was ready to eat him up.


    Meanwhile, over at the other end, Mondorra was having lunch with an icy expression in a luxurious manor over in an upper-ss neighborhood in Aidementon when one of his men handed him a phone. "Sir, something''s happened over in Sanders!"


    "I think it happened because of that guy rted to Rabbick''s disappearance! Also..."


    The staff seemed to know how exactly to speak to Mondorra without pissing him off and hesitated before saying the next thing.


    Mondorra red at him. "Out with it! Get straight to the point or go to hell!"


    Mondorra grabbed the phone from the young man. On the other end was the woman whose life Wilbur had spared at the bar.


    "Mister Mondorra, Otto''s dead!"