“How did you cook him? Rare? Medium? Well-done?”

Lyla stared at Zich as he kicked the gangster on the ground with the edge of his foot.

“What is it? Did you suddenly fall in love with me? Is your ideal type a violent man?”

Lyla ignored his questions and pointed at the men on the ground. “Are you not going to kill them?” 

The four men writhed in pain, and the whole crowd froze. Hearing Lyla’s words, the men began to tremble like crazy. After seeing Zich and Lyla’s skills and hearing the conversation that went back and forth between the two, the men realized that they had provoked the wrong people. Zich and Lyla were not like them who only acted tough and strong in their neighborhoods; they were truly ‘the strong.’

“How could you say such a cruel thing? They didn’t commit that big of a crime, and most of all, they didn’t even insult me. I am actually trying to live a kind life here, so I wouldn’t kill them for such a small reason.”

In short, Zich was saying that he would let them go since they didn’t insult him. Lyla was stunned, but Hans and Snoc shrugged their shoulders like they were used to it.

“…Shouldn’t you refrain from using violence recklessly if you want to live a kind life?”

Zich tilted his head. “How did I act recklessly?...