Ambush by goons

In truth, Yeman's guess was right.

"Sorry, but I don't want that money of yours. But… I give you a free party dress if the lady with you will work here as a model…" he said as he stepped forward and had his face moved beside his. He whispered into his ears.

".....or perhaps, do you want a private talk with me in the room next here?" As he said it, his finger landed on his shoulder.

GYAAAAHH!!!

The salesman screamed in agony when Night picked his finger and pinched it. A bone-crackling noise followed after the pinch.

He immediately stepped back and glanced at the lady with a frown. He noticed a grim expression on her face as she was coldly staring at him.

"Bitch! You will pay for it!" The salesman bellowed. Then bright magical power exuded from his body. He took the broken finger and twisted it. Another crackling noise was heard by them; however, this time, it's not to break it but to restore.

"Ow!"