Chapter 81

"Hands up," The man uttered from behind, pointing the gun at Moosa's head. Moosa slowly moved his hands up, raising his arms. "Who are you? What is your name?" The man asked, "and what are you doing here at this point of the time?" "I am Amir, a gardener," Moosa responded, "I'm new to this city. They told me that this garden is the most famous of this city. I came here to visit at night since during the day it's crowded," The man stepped back, putting the gun down but Moosa still kept his arms raised, "Can I put my hands down?" He asked. "You can," The man responded and Moosa straightened his arms before slowly turning around. The man was holding the gun firmly, his eyes were looking around carefully. He was in his late forties or early fifties. The way he held gun, Moosa could tell that he was experienced in handling weapons. "Don't come to this garden again for the next coming week," "Is it forbidden? Isn't this a public place?" "Don't ask too many questions. If your life is dear to