Chapter 156 - 152
Leon leaned back and placed his hands on the bar, taking in the lively scene before him. A playful smile tugged at the corners of his mouth.
Old Mike, a familiar face in the tavern, was talking to him. He rambled on about the tavern's history, stories from the past, nearby cities, and even some local culture. This old cowboy was tough as nails, the kind of man who kept a loaded shotgun under the bar—just in case a brown bear ever showed up. But beneath that gruff exterior, Old Mike had a kind heart. He often shared advice with Leon, warning him about things a young man should be cautious of.
Leon listened attentively, chatting with Old Mike until they noticed a striking figure walking through the door. The beautiful woman captured the attention of nearly everyone in the bar—patrons, waitstaff, even a few envious glances from others. Seeing her, Leon reached into his pocket and pulled out a finely carved gold coin, placing it on the bar without looking back.
Under Old Mike's astonished gaze, Leon said, "Old Mike, this coin is to keep you calm. Don't reach for the big guy under the bar."
"Wait, what?" Old Mike looked puzzled.
But the next moment made Old Mike realize what Leon meant. The woman, blonde with a striking sweater jacket, stepped further into the tavern and snapped her fingers.
Snap!
The sound was sharp, cutting through the noise of the bar like thunder in everyone's mind. Instinctively, patrons covered their ears, shocked by the force of the sound, and turned to stare at the girl in surprise. But one man—a scruffy figure with messy hair, a sinister look, and a far-off gaze—remained still, drinking alone in a dark corner.
"Sorry, folks, the party's over," she said with a polite smile. "You can leave now."