Chapter 52
Chapter 52
Gabriel, heavily dosed with painkillers, followed me outside.
“Damn it, it hurts like hell!”
Gabriel shouted irritably. I frowned, annoyed by his loud voice.
“Stop exaggerating. You’re wasting your size.”
“I got shot just a few days ago! Shot!”
“I wasn’t the one who shot you, so why the hell are you bitching at me?”
“You—do you even have a heart?”
Ignoring Gabriel’s complaints, I headed toward the black market. Gabriel knew the way well.
“Move, move.”
Gabriel spoke harshly as he pushed through the crowd. Thanks to him, the path was wide open, and even pickpockets didn’t dare approach us.
After leaving the long, winding alleyway, clusters of illegally extended buildings came into view. With no consideration for sunlight, many areas remained as dark as night despite it being midday. The black market was close.