The eyes of the patrons were filled with encouragement and... curiosity.
They were very curious about what those two bartenders had seen.
And just now, what exactly happened?
Perhaps in the next minute, everything would be revealed.
Standing outside the broken doorway, the bar owner with his melancholic eyes and stubbly beard, paired with that rugged yet elegant blood-bull leather coat...
Sunlight streamed evenly through the sky barrier onto his body, and at this moment, he seemed like an elegant noble, looking up at the ceiling at a 45-degree angle.
Standing upright, his posture was proper, his demeanor...
"Mm..." A muffled groan came from the bar owner's mouth.
Then, the owner lowered his head expressionless, casually covering his mouth with his right hand, and his chest heaved once more.
The stomach under that leather coat was... uncontrollably spasming.
