A Hunter Driven by Interest

"Give me another drink!"

On Monday morning, only a few customers who had spent the entire night drinking and singing remained in Flying Fish and Wine. Most of them had already slumped over tables or sprawled on the floor, snoring away. Only a girl sitting on a barstool beside the counter was still slapping the wooden bartop and demanding more alcohol.

Countless empty bottles were piled around the girl's feet. They were her trophies, all drained by her over the course of the night.

The bartender behind the counter shook his head. "Miss, it's already daytime. We're closing. If you want a drink, come back tonight."

The bartender, who had worked through the night, yawned as he wiped down the last glass, preparing to throw these drunks out. Suddenly, the door was pushed open. Irritated, he shouted, "We're closing, so get the hell—"

When he saw who had opened the door, he forcibly swallowed the word "lost."

It was the unfamiliar face who had thoroughly taught Logan a lesson the night before last.

He immediately put on a smile. "Honored sir, you've come a little early. We were just about to close. But that's fine. What would you like? Breakfast? I'll have the kitchen prepare it right away."

Sifa nodded and sat down beside the bar. He glanced at the female drunk next to him and discovered that she was the twin-tailed girl who had asked for help at the restaurant last night.

"Bring me something to eat. Also, I heard you can collect bounties on behalf of others here?" Sifa said casually, suppressing the urge to yawn so he would not ruin his image.

At that moment, he greatly envied Beyonders of the Sleepless pathway. From Sequence 9 onward, they barely needed to sleep!

"Please wait a moment."

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