"What's this? Trying to dirty my boss's bar?"
Behind the counter, Balkin set down the glass and towel, then directly pulled out a double-barreled hunting shotgun from beneath the bar and aimed it at Harris. "I don't give a damn whether you're 'Silver Gun' or an iron gun. Don't interrupt my business!"
"Kid, you're lucky—but you won't stay lucky forever."
Harris flashed a vicious grin, exposing his ugly, blackened yellow teeth. With his right hand, as if performing a magic trick, he slipped the revolver back into its holster.
Then he drained the liquor in his glass, tossed down a few pennies, and walked out of the bar.
"Are you all right?"
Isabet immediately stepped forward and checked William's face.
"I'm fine..."
William wiped his cheek with his sleeve. Watching Harris's departing back, his gaze grew deep. "'Silver Gun' Harris?"
Several days later.
Aaron stopped by Hunter Bar and took away the revenue from this period while he was at it.
Then, from Balkin, he heard some news that left him slightly surprised.
"You're saying... our waiter provoked a bounty hunter renowned for his cruelty? And he even left behind a threat—he'd deal with him first, then that bitch? Meaning Isabet?"
It was afternoon, and the bar had not opened yet.
Aaron sat calmly, his face betraying no expression.
"Yes, Boss. Should we find someone to warn Harris?" Balkin asked. "Or just take care of him directly? He's a criminal to begin with. It's only because there's no bounty on him that other hunters can't be bothered to deal with him. I've got some connections in Mormora Yard too. They only go as high as the superintendent level, but dealing with him shouldn't be much of a problem."
In Balkin's eyes, Harris's greatest mistake was neither his lust nor