At the Flying Fish and Wine bar, the customers had become sparse. A bronze-skinned bartender with gleaming white teeth chased them out the door, roaring, "Pay up! Pay up! You bastards, don't come back tomorrow!"
Sifa shrugged. He had not expected his "fierce reputation" to have spread so far that merely showing his face would scare off so many people. However, there probably were not many pirates among them; more likely, they were people taking advantage of the chaos to skip out on their tabs. For some, such skills had long been perfected.
There were not many customers left in the bar. Some were drunks who could not run, already sprawled over the counter or lying on the floor, snoring away. The rest were decent folk, passengers from elsewhere temporarily staying at Damir Port. Naturally, they had no reason to fear a Hunter.
However, among those who had not fled, Sifa spotted an old "acquaintance."
"Sea Eagle" Logan was a burly man with solid muscles and an oily sheen on his face. He had once staged a little act with the bartender to extort Sifa, only to be taught a lesson by him.
He seemed to have learned his lesson now. Dressed as a sailor, he was drinking with two other sailors.
Seeing Sifa look over, he even raised his cup. "Hey, good evening, Mr. Rayleigh. Thank you for knocking some sense into me back then and letting me know that if I kept doing my old trade, someone would kill me sooner or later."
"Look, I'm a sailor on a merchant ship now. I have an honest job."
"Very good." Sifa nodded before walking toward the bar.
"Logan, you actually know Hunter Rayleigh?"
"I told you already. You were the ones who wouldn't believe me. When I first met