"Everyone, he's my guest."
The moment Dinis arrived, he took control of the situation.
The people in the tavern promptly withdrew their wary gazes, while the owner behind the counter quietly lowered his weapon.
Dinis looked at Baimu, who stood calmly before the counter, then swiftly glanced at the Dragapult beside him. Politely extending a hand, he said, "You must be Larry?"
"That's right. I've heard much about you, Mr. Dinis."
Baimu shook his hand. "Sorry for disturbing you so suddenly, but there are indeed some things I'd like to ask you about."
Dinis fell silent for a moment before casting a look toward the tavern owner.
Understanding the signal, the owner pressed a switch beneath the counter. Following a faint mechanical sound, the wall in the corner somehow transformed into a door.
Clearly, it was a secret room.
"Please."
Dinis raised a hand in invitation.
The three entered one after another. There was little inside, only a simple setup resembling a bar counter.
The door clicked shut and locked behind them.
Dinis said apologetically, "Sorry. My identity is rather sensitive, so sometimes I have to be cautious."
"Understandable."
Baimu nodded and sat across from the middle-aged man.
Albert, who had come with him, did not sit down. Instead, he stood to one side like a waiter, head lowered and eyes closed as though on standby.
Baimu knew very little about this man. He had only learned from Shan Ren that Albert wore many hats—not merely Dinis's secretary, but also his butler, bodyguard, and more.
Baimu withdrew his gaze and was about to speak when Dinis beat him to it.
"I assume you're here because of Long He?"
"Long He?"
Baimu was startled.
As far as he knew, Long He had never revealed his origins to the Rescue Organization. It