The middle-aged man was a bit distracted on the way, having heard they would soon arrive, all he could think about were other matters.
For instance, could he deal with the Lance family once and for all?
Would the Lance family retaliate?
After he took care of them and managed the bar, how much profit would it bring him?
He thought about many things, even about matters years or decades into the future.
Unconsciously, the corners of his mouth slowly curled up into a faint smile.
He didn't notice that several old men who were discussing nearby also broke into smiles when they saw his expression!
"You'll have to treat us to a good meal this time!", the old man with liver spots on his face said enviously.
He had received a reward of five dollars for informing on someone, while the skinny old man got twenty for his acting performance. He could act too; it just wasn't his turn.
Even from a great distance, one could feel his discontent.
