"The Feral is here in this city," the brown-haired man said with a smug smile as he watched the old lady beside him stand up immediately.
However, just as the old lady had stood up, she sat back on the bench before chugging down half the bottle of wine.
"Tch! For a second, you had got me!" the old lady spat in her manly voice.
"What? No! I am not joking! I am sure that this guy is The Feral!" The brown-haired man insisted. He believed his conclusion to be true, and he stood firm on his decision.
"Yeah yeah yeah. Mark, No one has ever seen his face. How do you expect me to believe you that you saw him?!" the old lady said with scrunched up expressions. She was annoyed that the brown-haired man named Mark kept on his jokes.
"Cyril, I didn't believe that it was him at first either. But listen to me first!" Mark insisted.
"Okay, shoot," the old lady addressed to as Cyril said with a grumpy voice.
