The city lights came on, and night descended.
In a tavern in the City of Seven Seas, the place should have been filled with drunkards at this time, but today it was empty and somewhat desolate.
A strong bartender stood behind the bar. With a rugged appearance and standing at least two meters tall, he had a pair of pitch-black horns on his head like a Wild Bull. However, these weren't actual horns, just a peculiar hairstyle. This bartender was Bruno.
Bruno wiped the glass in his hand, eyes staring straight ahead as if deep in thought.
Ding-ding.
The tavern door was pushed open, the bell rang crisply, and the sound of high heels on the wooden floor echoed through the room.
Bruno didn't look up; he already knew who had arrived.
"You've regressed, Kalifa."
Bruno's voice was strong and deep, his breathing powerful — a master of Taijutsu.
"An accident."
Kalifa didn't explain further; after all, having a bomb put inside her was a fact.
"Lock the door."
