Two youngsters passing by, one with a laptop in his hand and other with his mobile in his hand:
"Hey, look at this Mullah....these jokers are just like....I mean do they wear that thing on their heads even when they go to club...."
"Yeah! Right, I mean these terrorists always blame the Wahhabis for everything but everyone can see the truth, he's probably gonna blow something after his meal...."
"Yeah, the haram pizza!"
Both laugh together as it triggers Molana while Mr V holds his wrist but he getting his wrist free of him stands in anger, a cool wooden purple stick just appears out of nowhere in his hand as he proceeds.
Blood soaked Molana taking hard breaths just standing there as the people around were now focused on him and the waiter was just now near Mr V stunned to see all that happen while Mr V passing him the payment.
"Hey, take this dude....nothing's wrong just two murders, chill....."
"Hey! Hey! Get off, Molana we gotta go.....sorry...."
"Sorry! No time for a interview...."
"Hop in, God! We gotta reach the Lab....in the next two hours....or else I'll have to surrender before my wife....but is that not what we all do at some point....Ha! Funny....alright...let's drive to the McKamey Manor."
Molana chilling on the second seat while Mr V wears his black sunglasses and starts the engine taking the car on a drive to the McKamey Manor Forest.