There was nothing to fear about failing to obtain something, only fearing that one did not want it.
Tofski, who had just raised his glass and was about to clink it against Lin An's, suddenly felt his arm freeze in midair.
Ignoring his own rudeness, a flash of wild delight suddenly crossed his eyes.
There's hope! It looks like this big shot isn't indifferent to everything after all—his standards are simply too high!
The female singers and entertainers who remained in the tavern were already top-grade goods in their eyes, but in Lord Rehn's eyes, they were probably low-class whores, right?
At this thought, the hook-nosed man tipped back his head and downed the vodka in his glass. The scorching, pungent sensation immediately made his eyes redden slightly.
With a hoarse voice, Tofski bowed to Lin An like the most loyal servant, then hurriedly summoned his underlings and headed straight outside the tavern.
In the end, he tossed a confident promise over his shoulder:
"Lord! Rest assured! This will absolutely be the most wonderful night you spend in the Thunder Spear Safe Zone!"
He still did not move.
Lazily leaning against the sofa, Lin An continuously spun and toyed with the transparent square-rimmed glass between the slender fingers of his right hand, a mysterious look entering his eyes.
The lightbulb clutched in the mouth of the skull hanging from the ceiling cast a layer of shadow over his face, making his profile flicker between light and darkness.
He set down his glass. The spinning lights and spreading halos gave everything a dreamlike feeling.
Yet the potent alcohol, strong enough to knock a bull flat, had no effect on him whatsoever.
Under his powerful physique, the Bloody Rose, a mixture of various high-proof liquors, evaporated and dissipated the moment it entered