This time, Daniel's jovial smile turned upside down, his expression darkening with anger. He stood up from his seat, walking toward his trenchcoat to retrieve his trusty large-caliber handgun before heading to the door.
"What the f*ck do you want now?" Daniel snapped, pointing the gun at the door, expecting to see Garret.
Instead, he was greeted by the weathered face of a familiar old man with long white hair tied back in a warrior's knot, reminiscent of a Viking, and muscles hiding under that long winter coat that spoke of strength and experience.
"Whoa! That's dangerous, boy!" the old man exclaimed, stepping back in surprise at the sight of the gun pointed at him.
