Chapter 51
Chapter 51
The hospital in the lower district was as shabby as it could get. Every time the door to the patient room opened and closed, the cobweb-covered ceiling light creaked and swayed. If at least the price were cheap, there would be less to complain about, but even a place like this charged a hefty sum by the lower district’s standards.
Gabriel woke up from surgery with a face still numb from the anesthetic and looked at me.
"I only paid for one day of hospitalization. You’re getting discharged tomorrow."
I told Gabriel. He had taken four bullets to the chest and abdomen. Fortunately, his life wasn’t in danger.
"You don’t have to be so cold about it. I wasn’t planning on fattening up some money-grubbing bastard anyway."
"What happened?"
"I got a warning. Things are getting rough around here these days. Everyone’s started rallying for power."
"But you’re not in a gang."
Gabriel was a freelancer who lived off violence. He fought in arenas and took jobs like a fixer when necessary.
"And that’s exactly the problem. When things are peaceful, guys like me are left alone, but when a power struggle starts, you’re either an ally or an enemy. They shot at me out of nowhere, telling me not to mess around. I don’t even have a clue who those bastards are."
Gabriel ground his teeth.