Lawless Zone, Area 13.
A bar called Shakky's Rip-off Bar.
Surprisingly, the bar, which had almost always been packed,
especially throughout the past month, had only a handful of people in it today, as though someone had deliberately cleared it out.
Bullet did not care, nor did he care about those watching him from the shadows.
Because he believed in his own strength.
He could crush any petty schemer through sheer force.
Inside the bar, an elderly man and a middle-aged woman were already sitting at the counter, waiting for Bullet to arrive.
The bar's proprietress smoked a slim cigarette and spoke in a low voice.
"Bullet, your arrival really is a headache. You've ruined my business."
Bullet grinned. "What, a visitor's a guest. Am I not welcome here?"
Despite his words, a trace of seriousness still flashed through his eyes.
Others might not know the proprietress's identity, but he knew it well.
She was far more than a mere bar owner. She was a woman who had stirred up a storm at God Valley.
Shakky, the Succubus of the previous era!
"Of course you are. I'm just unhappy that you scared off my customers."
Shakky muttered, stubbed out her cigarette, then casually took a bottle from a drawer and tossed it to Bullet.
Bullet's eyes flickered. He caught the bottle and drank deeply.
"This is rum from the Four Seas. It's famous out on the seas, and plenty of powerful people enjoy it."
But Shakky said nothing more, her gaze unfathomable.
Bullet paid it no mind either, turning his attention to the elderly man sitting at the center of the counter, dressed in white, with white hair, a scar at his temple, and his eyes closed.
At that moment, the old man opened his eyes as well, meeting Bullet's