Chapter-139

Sin and the restaurant owner exchanged glances at this revelation. Green hair, a rarity in their world, was indeed an exceptional and memorable feature. It was a detail that could potentially set Lita apart from the crowd and aid in her identification. But it was also a characteristic that could make her a target for those who sought to exploit her uniqueness.

The owner, lost in thought for a moment, suddenly snapped his fingers as if a puzzle piece had clicked into place. "I remember," he said, his voice taking on a contemplative tone. "I did see a woman with green hair not too long ago." Sin and Jack leaned in closer, their anticipation growing with each passing moment.

The owner continued, "She came to dine here a few days ago. I recall her vividly, not only because of her striking green hair but also because she seemed... different somehow." He paused, as if searching his memory for more details. "She was alone, and she sat at the bar. I remember she ordered a glass of red wine and seemed lost in thought the entire time she was here."

Sin and Jack exchanged glances once again, their hopes rising. This could be a crucial lead in their search for Lita. "Do you know anything else about her?" Sin asked, his voice trembling with anticipation.

The owner shook his head regretfully. "I'm afraid not. I didn't interact with her much, as I was busy in the kitchen that night. But I do remember her distinct presence, and I can confirm that she had green hair."

While the information provided by the owner was limited, it was a glimmer of hope in their quest to find Lita. The fact that she had been in the restaurant not too long ago meant that they were getting closer to unraveling the mystery of her disappearance. Sin thanked the owner for his help and exchanged contact information, hoping that they could collaborate further to uncover the truth about Lita's fate.

The unexpected turn of events sent shockwaves through the evening air, leaving Sin and the youthful restaurant owner momentarily stunned. Fatty Jack, known for his impulsive and impatient nature, seemed unable to contain his frustration any longer. As he stood there, his temper flaring, he reached out and grabbed the collar of the owner's immaculate suit, his fingers clenching tightly.

The owner, a man of surprising agility despite his young appearance, reacted with lightning speed. In a move that appeared almost choreographed, he swiftly raised the frying pan he had been holding—still an incongruous choice of weapon—and brought it down upon Fatty Jack's neck with a soft but precise clash. The sound reverberated through the air, a testament to the owner's remarkable control.

The frying pan's impact on the fleshy part of Jack's neck, while not causing serious harm, was enough to send him sprawling to the ground. It was as if the owner possessed a mastery of self-defense that defied his youthful exterior. Sin, shocked by the sudden altercation. The incident had unfolded in the blink of an eye, leaving everyone present in a state of disbelief.

As Jack regained his footing, the restaurant owner maintained his composure, although there was a hint of annoyance in his eyes. He straightened his suit with a flourish and then, in a measured tone, addressed the two bewildered patrons.

"I have a deep disdain for rudeness, especially from those who should know better," he remarked, his voice carrying the weight of authority once more. "While I appreciate your patronage and am always willing to help, I will not tolerate impertinence or violence in my establishment."

Sin exchanged apologetic glances, realizing that the fatty had overstepped his bounds.

The owner continued, "I understand that you are worried about your friend and are searching for answers. I can sympathize with your situation, but violence is never the solution. If you have questions or require assistance, please ask politely, and I will do my best to help."

The tense atmosphere that had gripped the restaurant's entrance took an even more volatile turn as Fatty Jack, seemingly unable to restrain his impulsive outbursts, lashed out with a string of vile curses directed at the restaurant owner. His words, a venomous torrent of insults that reached far beyond the boundaries of civility, cut through the air like a razor-sharp blade.

The owner, who had displayed remarkable control and restraint earlier, could not contain his anger this time. His youthful features contorted into a mask of rage as he was subjected to the offensive tirade. It was evident that Jack's disrespectful words had pushed him to his limit.

Just as the owner was about to deliver a second retaliatory blow with the frying pan, Sin, with instinctual reflexes borne of both concern for his friend and a desire to defuse the escalating conflict, sprang into action. He lunged forward, throwing his left fist toward the owner in an attempt to intervene and protect Fatty Jack from further harm.

The owner, displaying an uncanny agility and almost preternatural awareness of the impending strike, swiftly shifted his stance. With the frying pan still in hand, he transformed it into an unexpected defensive weapon. Sin's punch, fueled by a force that measured an astonishing 120,000 Newtons (N), collided with the surface of the frying pan.

The impact was nothing short of extraordinary. It was as if the frying pan had transformed into an impenetrable shield, effortlessly absorbing the tremendous force of Sin's blow. The clang of metal against fist reverberated through the night air, a testament to the owner's astonishing skill and the pan's unexpected resilience.

For a brief moment, the entire scene hung in suspended animation, as if time itself had slowed to witness this extraordinary clash. Sin, surprised by the lack of impact and the bizarre transformation of the frying pan, recoiled, his hand tingling from the encounter. Jack, who had witnessed the entire exchange, was equally stunned by the owner's seemingly superhuman abilities.