"What the hell are you doing? You want to dirty up my boss's bar?"
Behind the counter, Balkin put down the glass and towel, and pulled out a double-barreled shotgun from under the bar, aiming at Harris: "I don't fucking care if you're 'Silver Spear' or iron spear, don't disturb my business!"
"Kid, you're lucky, but you won't always be lucky."
Harris sneered, revealing his ugly, blackened and yellowed teeth. His right hand seemed to perform a magic trick as the revolver was put away in its holster.
Immediately afterward, he drank all the liquor in his glass, left a few pennies, and walked out of the bar.
"Are you okay?"
Isabella immediately stepped forward to inspect William's face.
"I'm fine..."
Wiping his cheek with his sleeve, William watched Harris's retreating figure, his eyes deep: "'Silver Spear' Harris?"
...
A few days later.
Aaron visited the Hunter's Bar for a round and took away the business earnings for that period.
