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So, we're done talking here, huh?

That's right.

I remember saying before that I never do anything without a plan.

A number of patrons pull weapons concealed in their coats and swing them at their counterparts sitting across the table. The boss quickly retracts the bar and pulls up a repurposed partition in front of him.

The carwash worker remains in his seat, squinting through drunken eyes at the two groups of mafiosi who just started fighting inside the bar.

In the middle of the brawl, he suddenly bursts into applause.

Hahahahaha!