In the end, only a pair of eyes was visible.
And when her gaze shifted to those eyes, the green-haired Girl felt a dizzying sensation, almost unable to stand.
Because those bloodshot, bulging eyes were actually a terrifying green.
As if sensing the Girl's gaze, the muddy pupils, stained green, slid sickeningly, looking down at the Girl whose hands and feet trembled in some horrified imagination.
An inexplicable aura of power emanated, completely overwhelming the green-haired Girl's mind.
Her hands and feet trembled uncontrollably, as if the world now contained only those empty, indifferent green eyes.
It wasn't until this mysterious person stepped into the bar that she instinctively recoiled, and the suffocating feeling, as if the air had solidified, finally disappeared.
"What's wrong? Are you not feeling well?"
A companion saw the green-haired Girl's distress and quickly came over to support her as she was about to fall.
But this still couldn't suppress the terror in the Girl's trembling eyes.
She looked at the figure entering the bar and finally remembered where she had seen that green before.
It was clearly the same color as the green solution they were forced to inject daily in the abandoned building's basement.
And now, he had walked into the bar… "What can I get for you, sir?"
The Bartender, who had been chatting with his colleagues at the bar, saw someone approach, stopped his banter, and came to greet the customer.
However, when he saw the newcomer's strange attire and exaggerated physique, the lingering smile on his lips immediately froze.
What the hell kind of zombie Monstrous Figure is this?
The Mercenary, who was also a part-time Bartender, had no 'customer is god' service mentality and immediately thought of this unpleasant term.
However, out of a slight sense of professionalism for his temporary job, he still forced himself to ask the customer what he needed.
The tall, mysterious man, completely shrouded in his trench coat, did not immediately answer the Bartender. He swung his coat, then his heavy body sat on a high stool in front of the bar.
Listening to the chair emit a grating creak that set his teeth on edge, the Bartender felt his teeth ache, and he wondered if the chair would hold.
Back to the mysterious person.
The green eyes slowly rotated, his head turning at a steady pace to survey the entire bar's layout, finally lowering his gaze to the Bartender, who was barely maintaining his awkward smile.
"A bottle… of beer."
His voice was dry, even tinged with hesitation about his own words, as if long silence had made him doubt whether others could still understand his language.
"A bottle of beer, got it."
The Bartender shook his head, finally speaking.
He had thought this guy in front of him was actually a zombie.
Shaking his head, mocking himself for having too vivid an imagination from reading too many comics, the Bartender turned to grab a large green bottle from the cooler.
But as he turned, he didn't notice.
The tall man's hand slowly rising towards him.
The hand was covered in light brown leather gloves of an unknown material, as large as a palm fan, and after this, due to the movement, the bandaged wrist was also revealed.
Things became eerie; no one in the bar noticed the dangerous movement happening here.
Just as the large fingers began to clench, twisting into an eagle's claw, as if the iron-tower-like body was about to lunge forward and tear the Bartender's head to shreds the next second.
A voice rang out, interrupting everyone.
"Whatever strange ideas you have, put them away and get out of this bar, understand?"
As the clear human voice sounded, a click of a gun being cocked, and a dark muzzle was aimed at the mysterious man's head.
This was no one else.
It was Jiaoni Silverarm, who happened to be two seats away from the mysterious man, with her liquor distiller still in front of her.
But at this moment, the blissful look from the alcohol vapor was gone from her eyes. Her youthful face was filled with vigilance, her dark brown eyes fixed on the mysterious man wrapped in the yellow trench coat.
Even while holding the gun, Jiaoni's gaze was solemn, not daring to relax for a moment.
Everyone in this bar was an idiot.
The murderous aura of this damn guy had filled her nostrils like fermenting garbage stench from the moment he walked in, and yet no one else noticed?
No matter what this guy was.
But the only thing Jiaoni could be sure of was that this guy was definitely not here to drink.
This bar was in trouble… "What happened?"
"What's going on?"
Jiaoni's sudden movements and the displayed firearm attracted everyone's attention in the bar.
Unlike the stunned ordinary customers, the Honeycomb Mercenaries guarding various posts or relaxing at tables immediately stood up.
Grabbing their weapons, they quickly moved forward, aiming at the big guy in the yellow trench coat.
The Girl-like figure was one of their own, so the problematic one was this big guy of unknown origin, with a strange aura around him.
"Apologies, customers, emergency situation, please evacuate!"
"Heads down, evacuate, evacuate!"
Several Mercenaries at the door also rushed over.
The green-haired Girl had recovered enough to warn them, and they also knew something was amiss.
They immediately began to disperse the customers.
It must be said, these Honeycomb Mercenaries were indeed veterans retired from the battlefield.
In less than half a minute, the bar was empty, leaving only them, holding their weapons, vigilantly staring at the mysterious man at the bar.
And in this tense silence.
The mysterious man's outstretched hand slowly moved under everyone's anxious gaze.
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