Brothers in Arms, Instant Kill

Chapter 692: Brothers in Arms, Instant Kill

Inside the vintage, atmospheric bar, at the counter.

John solemnly brought out more than a dozen cocktail bottles. Though slightly stiff, he still skillfully began Goo-la's mixing process.

The young bartender stood beside him in utter surprise, watching her father—who had not mixed drinks personally in a long time. Then she secretly glanced at the handsome young man seated at the bar, her cute face flushing red as she quickly lowered her head.

Five minutes later.

"Done." John let out a soft breath, took the handkerchief the young bartender handed him, and wiped the sweat from his forehead. He placed one finished drink before Caesar and the other on the table in front of Apocalypse.

"Please have a taste, sir. I haven't mixed drinks in a long time, so I'm rather rusty." John looked at Caesar with reverence.

"I'll try it." Caesar picked up the glass and gave it a slight shake before taking a sip. His eyes brightened slightly, and he simply tipped back his head and drained the entire glass in one gulp.

He smiled and set down the glass. "Not bad, truly not bad. It still has the same old flavor from over a decade ago."

John smiled happily and looked toward Apocalypse. "Old sir, you should try some too."

Apocalypse ignored him and looked at Caesar instead.

"You should give it a try too," Caesar said with a smile.

"Yes, Master." Apocalypse stepped forward and accepted the glass. After taking a sip, he softly commented, "I didn't expect modern cocktail-making techniques to have improved so much. Still, it falls a little short of the fine wines once offered to me as tribute."

Hearing Apocalypse disparage the drink her father had made, the young bartender indignantly said, "Old grandpa, who