"I swear to archons you're not allowed here. What makes you think that you can come in this dangerous convenient store whenever you pleas?"

You hissed with annoyance as he seems uninterested with what you said. Then he pulled out a card and slammed it on the counter to show his id. He's one of the mafia members, not only that but the head of the mafia? But his attire seems extraordinarily normal.

"Here. To shove it down to your fragile throat."

Alhaitham muttered with furrowed eyebrows.