Awakening the War God

Chapter 38 Idiot Hooligans

Exiting Mia's office, Gabriel, who was feeling rather uncomfortable, declared he needed to use the restroom.

It took him a good half-hour before he emerged.

Emerging from the restroom, he felt reinvigorated and fresh, as if he had just chugged an energy drink.

"After a simple bathroom break, why do you look like you've had an energy drink?" Ava quipped, noting Gabriel's change of expression.

Gabriel gave an awkward smile, stretched lazily, and said, "Let's go, have barbecue for lunch, and grill some garlic and oysters!"

Ava raised an eyebrow and said, "Ew, you're so gross!"

No sooner had Ava finished these words than her face flushed red, and she finally grasped the implications of his remarks.

With a look of disdain, she put some distance between herself and Gabriel.

As a result, their barbecue plan went down the drain!

Instead, they had hot pot at Ava's strong insistence.

After filling their bellies, they ascended to the mall's rooftop like other young couples. Content bel0ngs to Nôvel(D)r/a/ma.Org.

They bought two movie tickets.

The movie of choice was the currently popular "Goodbye, My Ex-girlfriend!"

It oddly fit the occasion.

They also got some popcorn and soda and settled into the back row.

As they watched the film and the plot thickened, the atmosphere became increasingly sad, especially at the movie's conclusion when two people in love couldn't be together.

They had to make the painful choice to part ways and accept someone they didn't love.

At that moment, Taylor Swift's "Back to December" played.

The emotions of everyone in the theater reached a breaking point, especially Ava, who leaned on Gabriel's shoulder, crying her heart out.

Her tears flowed like a waterfall, soaking Gabriel's clothes.

However, Gabriel remained unmoved.

He allowed Ava to release her emotions freely.

He knew in just a few hours, they would too be parting ways!

After the movie, Ava's eyes turned red, and her spirits were low.

The dimples that would occasionally appeare on her cheeks were now concealed by her somber expression.

"Let's go, our final destination. I'll treat you to a fancy, upscale dinner!" Gabriel reached out and took Ava's hand, taking the initiative for the first time in seven days.

It was the first time in seven days that Gabriel had held Ava's hand.

In that moment, Ava looked up at Gabriel.

Her palm felt warm, and she held Gabriel's hand tightly.

Then, her long-lost smile reappeared.

Her melancholy wasn't due to the movie.

It was because she knew that today, she and Gabriel would be parting ways.

That was the real reason why she was devastated just now.

A while later, they came to the revolving restaurant at the TV tower-Silverwood's most upscale and romantic French eatery.

The two of them sat by the window, enjoying a panoramic view of nearly half of Silverwood.

On the table was a luxurious French meal.

In an unprecedented move, Gabriel ordered two expensive glasses of red wine.

The hotel had thoughtfully arranged a live violin performance.

The atmosphere was charged with romance, and everything was delightful.

Midway through their meal, Ava was suddenly overcome by a sense of wistfulness.

How wonderful would it be if none of this had to end after this meal!

"Gabriel, when this meal is over, we'll be parting our ways, don't we?" She inquired of the blue, her eyes welling up with unshed tears.

She gave herself a subtle pinch to force back tears, willing her emotions back under control.

"It's not quite true, Ava. It's just that our agreed-upon time coming to a close," Gabriel replied, taking a sip of his wine while gazing at the scenery outside.

He had initially believed he wouldn't be too affected by their impending separation, but now he couldn't deny a sense of melancholy creeping in.

He found himself pondering a question.

If he didn't carry so much baggage and if the person he was with wasn't in any danger, would he consider a future with Ava?

He himself couldn't answer the question.

"An agreement is only an agreement, after all. But sometimes I wish we had agreed for a longer period," Ava sighed with a bittersweet smile. She turned her affectionate eyes towards Gabriel.

"You're incredibly handsome, you know that?" she said to herself.

Remorse seized her.

"An agreement has its terms, doesn't it? Let me share this meal with you and let's not dwell on anything else, okay?"

Gabriel said the words with a faint smile, contemplating Ava affectionately.

The atmosphere turned somber.

In Ava's mind, Taylor Swift's "Back to December" started playing again.

A solitary tear cascaded down her cheek, landing softly in her wine glass, causing ripples in the crimson liquid.

"Listen up, everyone at the table. If you don't want to get in trouble, you better clear out right now!"

Attention was suddenly diverted from their intimate moment as a commotion erupted at the restaurant's entrance.

Gabriel's demeanor shifted instantly.

This was meant to be their farewell dinner, and someone had the audacity to disrupt it at this crucial juncture. They must be out of their mind.

Turning to look, Gabriel spotted a group of unruly hooligans led by a young man with a conspicuous neck tattoo. They were aggressively pushing the restaurant staff.

As they barged in, they started shouting and throwing objects and driving customers out, prompting other diners to hastily vacate their tables.

Pandemonium ensued.

Fortunately, Gabriel and Ava were seated toward the interior of the restaurant and were, for the moment, unaffected.

However, Ava was visibly shaken by the disturbance. She was not afraid for herself but rather concerned that these idiots might provoke Gabriel.

"No need to go. Let's stay put," Gabriel replied calmly, his gaze turning icy.

He raised his wine glass and emptied it in a single gulp.

His left hand clenched into a fist, the bones audibly cracking.

In this moment, he contemplated whether he should teach these troublemakers a severe lesson or simply incapacitate them.

"Hey, you two, don't you dare move! Or you'll be feasting on shards of glass!" barked a burly man with an arm tattoo, addressing Gabriel and Ava.

Ava dared not make a move and locked her eyes onto Gabriel.

She was well aware of Gabriel's temperament. And she was on the verge of verbally dismantling these hooligans.

"Why do you have to provoke this lunatic?" she asked inwardly.

Their final dinner was marred by these intruders.

Gabriel slowly turned his head, fixing his icy stare on the tattooed man.

Just as he was about to take action, a familiar voice chimed in unexpectedly.

"You guys are getting way out of line, causing trouble here?"

Emerging from the depths of the restaurant, accompanied by several waitstaff members, a graceful woman in uniform stepped forward.

She possessed a seductive figure and a captivating presence.

The moment she appeared, all the men's eyes brightened, and they felt a tingling sensation.

"Holy shit, it's Stella Turner!"

Gabriel paused for a moment.

He hadn't anticipated that the woman who had emerged from the fray should be Stella.

So, this swanky revolving restaurant was under Stella's ownership?

It was quite the twist of fate.

"Ms. Turner, your timing couldn't be better. Your brother owes me a substantial sum. Are you planning to take responsibility for his debts, or are we going to have a little 'accident' involving one of his legs tonight?" Sam, the man in the lead with the neck tattoo, leered at Stella..

Stella's response was firm: "What my brother none of my concern. If you gentlemen don't leave immediately, I will have to call the police."

Although she spoke as if she didn't care at all, her clenched jaw and resentful glare revealed her deep-seated disappointment towards her sibling.

Sam shrugged nonchalantly and sighed, "Well, you don't seem to be a good sister. You won't even lift a finger for your own flesh and blood. In that case, we won't be leaving tonight, and you can go ahead and call the police. It won't bother us."

With those words, Sam signaled to his henchmen.

Following his lead, seven or eight burly men began a rampage, smashing plates, dishes, and glassware, sending fragments scattering across the restaurant floor.

It was at this chaotic moment that the arm-tattooed man noticed Gabriel and Ava were still seated calmly at their table. He unleashed a string of profanities and menacingly approached them.

He grabbed a wine bottle and pointed it menacingly at Gabriel. "You, buddy, are you looking for trouble? If you don't clear out, I'll crack this bottle over your head and maybe even undress your lady!"

Upon hearing this, Gabriel sprang to his feet.

With lightning speed, he seized the man's head and slammed it forcefully onto the table.

The sheer force of the impact shattered the glass, splattering blood everywhere.

"Why do you have to provoke me at this moment? You know what would become of you?"