You're not driving with that leg. I'll call a cab, and I'll have someone pick up your car.

[Quickly, Mukuro pulled out his phone to put in for a cab, forcing himself to calm down lest his fingers shake and force him to poke at his phone multiple times.

The question was met with a sharp, dry laugh, Mukuro turning to look at the priest fully, eye burning bright red.]

See to it that they serve as an example. You are mine Chikusa Kakimoto, and I will not have others harming you.