"...A r-rare guest, Mr. Monroe."
The bartender, who looked just like a dejected Shar-Pei, recognized Chaisi, and even his drooping eyebrows couldn't help but fly up, straightening out. But when he saw Han Liuyue, he nearly dropped his glass.
He first glanced around, as if looking for something to defend himself with. Finding nothing, he pretended not to see Han Liuyue and said, "If there's anything I can help with, just say the word... Um, no fighting in the bar."
'Chaisi sometimes wondered what kind of reputation he really had. It wasn't like he was some violent psychopath.'
"We're here to post a purchase request," Jin Xueli said, taking the lead as if she knew how weak he was.
The Shar-Pei bartender seemed to have only just noticed her standing there and was startled yet again.
"Huh? It's you? When did you and... Ahem, what's the purchase request? Go on. We've got a lot of customers tonight, you might even be able to make a deal on the spot."
