The heart Killers ( English translation)

*CHAPTER 7*

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The burger shop was bustling around noon today, with slightly more customers than usual. Normally, there were two to three people; today, there were six tables occupied. Fadel was busy in front of the grill, while Bison had a relatively easy time. Besides serving drinks and food, he had no other duties.

“bison, go grab a new bottle of sauce from the back,” his picky older brother ordered without looking up.

“Okay,” Bison replied. He then walked to the back of the shop and noticed Kant was there as a customer, just like every other day. He also saw Kant following him into the back.

Before he could grab the sauce bottle Fadel had asked for, Bison was suddenly grabbed. He didn’t resist or push back, and in the next moment, Kant had successfully pushed him against the wall. The mischievous eyes of the one called the naughty cat widened. Bison moved his lips.

“What’s your deal?”

“I miss you.”

“Such a drama queen.”

“Is that the person you were with at the bowling alley?”

“Yeah, my friend is single, and you know what’s funny? Fadel and style already know each other.”

“Hmm?”

“My friend rear-ended your brother’s car.”

Bison’s eyes widened as he realized who Fadel was talking about.

...It’s better not to know someone like that.

“It seems my friend is also close with your brother.”

“Close?” Bison tilted his head in confusion. It seemed Kant must have misunderstood something.

“Yeah, my friend wants to know what your brother does in a day so he can approach him properly.”

Bison lowered his head, and after looking up again, he finally replied.

“My brother? In a day, Fadel doesn’t do much. His daily routine is pretty monotonous and boring.”

Like waking up early to run, then coming back to practice shooting and martial arts. After that, he opens the shop, works until closing, goes home, reads, and goes to bed.

“Waking up to run in the morning, opening the shop, and then going home to sleep—Fadel's daily routine is just that.”

Bison chose to only share part of the routine, intentionally skipping over the shooting practice and special situations like taking on missions.

Kant frowned.

“Sounds like a boring routine, doesn’t it?”

“So, from what you can see, do you think my brother is the type who likes to have fun?”

“Well, no.”

Bison pushed Kant away and walked to where he kept the sauce. After getting what he needed, he prepared to head back out, but Kant was still blocking the way.

“Do you have some free time for me? Just one day will do.”

“What’s up?”

“I just want to invite you to a concert and a little drinking party.”

“When?”

“This Friday night.”

“Can your friend keep Fadel occupied on Friday night? If he can, I’ll go with you. If not… that idiot Fadel might follow me, and if he does, we won’t have any fun.”