The lively chatter of the crowd and the murmurs of the customers gradually faded into an eerie silence. An air of tension hung over the atmosphere, seemingly emanating from the counter.
"Huh?"
With a bemused and haughty expression, Loid glanced skeptically at the cloaked figure beside him before posing his question.
"Did you just threaten me?" Loid rose from his seat, confronting Gin directly. "Could you please repeat what you just said?"
Taking a step back, Gin paused briefly before subtly clapping twice, barely noticeable to the onlookers. Then, with a fluid motion, he formed a cube with his hands before letting it go.
Maintaining unwavering eye contact with Loid, Gin tilted his head slightly, their attention focused solely on him.
With a polite tone, he asked, "Could you kindly inform me of Neil's current whereabouts so that I can let you live?"
