Inside the bar, most of the guests seemed to be still immersed in the performance they had just witnessed. They looked at the slowly dissipating smoke with astonishment, curiosity, twisted faces, and a sense of illusion, as if they had just watched an incredibly realistic movie.
"It's Magician Kobo Phil!"
Carl put away his revolver and came to where he had fired it earlier. He saw the smoking bullet hole on the wall opposite and asked Aaron very seriously, "Did you provoke him? If you're hiring me to deal with him, I refuse."
Hey, aren't you a madman? Shouldn't you be more rational?
Aaron rolled his eyes, muttered a complaint in his heart, and poured himself a beer before calmly nodding.
Balkin glanced at the boss and then at Carl, not daring to say anything. He was just an ordinary person. He was fine dealing with low-level Extraordinary people, but he wisely chose to keep silent when encountering a tough character like this.
